"When is it now, why is it suddenly raining?"

Qiao Ansheng's heart trembled, and then she thought that the heavy rain she saw in the news today would cause geological disasters such as mudslides. She also swore that it would not rain in such a clear weather.

Now, it's a prophecy.

She tightened Qin Yanchen's sleeve nervously, her voice was very small and thin, and her little face was wrinkled: "Will we encounter mudslides too?"

If she really encountered a mudslide, in her current situation, let alone resisting Qin Yanchen from the pile of stones, she would not need Qin Yanchen to pull her out of the pile of stones, thank God.

"Won't."

The man didn't have as much concern as her. He helped her to pin her hair behind her ears and tried the temperature on her forehead.

Qiao Ansheng looked around and said, "Then where is this again?"

Qiao Ansheng followed the wooden window and began to look around. The stones used to build the walls around the window were all black, which was obviously very old.

The walls around are mottled.

In the middle of the room, there was a pile of wood burning, and the fire was very strong. From time to time, sparks burst out from the crackling fire. A small iron pot was installed on the fire, which was steaming.

The fragrance that attracted Qiao Ansheng to wake him up is what it thought was from that pot.

Further into the corner was a tattered wooden table, and a red candle was lit on the wooden table, and the candlelight seemed to be swaying with the storm outside the window.

The light in the house is also shaking.

Apart from that, there is nothing else in the house, pitifully simple, and it tells the long history of the house everywhere.

Qin Yanchen pulled up the quilt on her body, pulled a pillow and placed it behind her, walked to the side of the fire, put a little hot water back, and stuffed it into her hand: "Where the forest ranger lives."

The place where the two fell in the afternoon was the same river beach.

After Qiao Ansheng fainted, Qin Yanchen wanted to take her to stop at the river beach for a while, looking for rescue, but the signal in the mountains was too weak.

Just as he tried to make a call, he was shocked to find that there were dark clouds everywhere in the sky, the sky was dim and dark clouds covered the sun, and there was no signal at all.

And seeing the rainstorm coming suddenly and violently, such a violent rainstorm, if it continues to stay here, it will not be flooded by the high tide river.

Qin Yanchen had no choice but to hold the person first and walk up the river beach.

Fortunately, the heavy rain has been brewing and has not fallen.

Qin Yanchen walked up the river all the way, but he found a small house for forest rangers to rest until they entered the house, and the rain poured down.

"In other words, you kept carrying me here?"

Qiao Ansheng looked at the man with a blurry outline in the twilight, and walked so far along her way, her nose was filled with sourness: "Are you tired?"

Qiao Ansheng felt guilty and blamed himself. She lowered her head. If it weren't for her uselessness, she wouldn't have implicated Qin Yanchen to stay in such a broken place with her.

"I always seem to be causing trouble for you, like a burden to you..."

Before she could finish her words with guilt, Qin Yanchen had already kissed her with her chin.

This time the kiss was softer than when the two of them first fell off the cliff. Qiao Ansheng only felt that he was about to drown by his gentleness.

After a long time, when the man let her go, she forgot to breathe, and her face turned red.

"Follow, breathe..."

Qin Yanchen pinched her nose, buried his head between Qiao Ansheng's shoulders and neck, and smelled the elegant and light fragrance on her body.

The man's hair was very soft and rubbed against Qiao Ansheng's neck, which made him feel itchy.

Qiao Ansheng put his back on his neck and inserted his five fingers into his hair. In this tight posture, he gave each other a warm feeling.

There was a storm outside, but a peaceful atmosphere was raised inside the dim candlelight.

"You have never been a burden, you are my baby..."

He put his hands on Qiao Ansheng's slightly thin butterfly bone: "It's because you are by my side that you are threatened like this."

The man's voice was muffled, and it spread from Qiao Ansheng's ears. Qiao Ansheng heard that something was wrong with him and frowned. When he was about to speak, he heard the man continue, "I will not let this happen again for a second time."

After all, he was careless and did not expect that some people would really dare to threaten Qiao Ansheng's life.

A trace of tyranny flashed in Qin Yanchen's eyes. After he went out this time, those people would definitely pay the price!

"Gulugulu..."

Just as Qin Yanchen was thinking, someone's stomach started to scream inappropriately.

Qin Yanchen was stunned for a moment. When he raised his head, he realized that the sound came from Qiao Ansheng's stomach. He was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and chuckled softly.

The dim light instead adds a hint of softness to the man's ever-glowing outline.

Qiao Ansheng was embarrassed and buried his head in his arms, leaving only Qin Yanchen with a red ear and neck. Qin Yanchen pulled out the man from his arms:

"Hungry?"

With a smile on his voice, Qiao Ansheng sat firmly, he walked to the fire, filled a bowl of hot things and folded them back.

"Just eat something, huh?"

Although this small house is small, it has all kinds of internal organs and canned rice and compressed biscuits. Qin Yanchen took out a few canned beef and grabbed a few handfuls of rice before he could barely boil it into something that could be dried fruit.

He did not use the bowls and chopsticks in the house. The bowls were made of canned cow heads. The chopsticks were made with tiny wooden sticks, sharpened and scalded them with hot water for a long time before using them for Qiao Ansheng.

The porridge was very hot. Qin Yanchen stirred it carefully with chopsticks while gently blowing the heat on it, trying to cool down the porridge soon.

He was stirring, and inadvertently he caught Qiao Ansheng's eyes, which were already green and hungry. He couldn't help laughing, and finally blew it, and then handed it to Qiao Ansheng.

"Drink slowly, be careful to burn..."

Qiao Ansheng vomited all the food in the morning and fell asleep for a long time in the afternoon. By the evening, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

After taking the porridge, he stuffed it into his mouth with some voracious sucking.

A bowl of porridge was filled with hot air. Although the outside was filled with cold wind, the firewood in the house was burning hot, and the hot porridge was added to the stomach.

Qiao Ansheng was so hot that his forehead was full of sweat.

Seeing that her pale face finally became rosy again, and even the corners of her mouth became a little pink, he stretched out his fingertips to wipe off the rice grains at the corners of her mouth.

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Chapter completed!