Like a shy maiden facing a hooligan, Shen Jingwei inadvertently hugged himself in defense.
"W-w-what are you saying?" He stammered.
Yan Renzhong frowned at him.
"Take off your shirt before you get sick. Come on."
He stepped closer, and Shen Jingwei retreated.
"I can just change out of my shirt!" Shen Jingwei cried out.
"It will only get wet again. The day is still long. Quick, we don't have time to lose."
Shen Jingwei turned effectively red.
Him? Exposing his upper half in front of camera, in a TV show?
"No way!" Shen Jingwei spat out.
Yan Renzhong cracked his knuckles.
"Since you are being stubborn, do not blame me for being rough."
Shen Jingwei let out a shriek.
The camera crew frantically followed Shen Jingwei as he fled across the rice field, his panic evident in every stride. The uneven terrain made running difficult, but Yan Renzhong's larger frame and longer strides quickly closed the gap between them.
