Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,Theoretically, he should be very twenty-first century right now, hiding in the restroom with that “Auntie” who just arrived, using the sound of the tracks to do some sneaky things.,He was an orphan, but after several attempts, he became a fluent-speaking business vice president. Due to the lack of a family, he liked to sneak into flower fields, regardless of lonely women or naive young men, they all fell victim to his charms, and he lived a carefree and happy life.。