Qiao Ansheng waved his hand and forced a smile: "It doesn't hurt, it's just that I was moving too violently just now. I'm more excited to see you!"

She had just woken up, and her face was pressed to a red mark on one side, and her voice was a little confused, clear and sweet, like the wind in March.

Qin Yanchen still had a little cold air. He was afraid that Qiao Ansheng would be so cold that he didn't dare to move forward, but just grabbed her cold hands and rubbed them hard.

Qiao Ansheng ignored it and was about to stick it on him: "Where have you been?"

Qin Yanchen stopped her trouble, and waited until he felt the chill fading a little, then walked over and picked him up from the bed and lifted him into his arms.

The room was a little cold, and Qiao Ansheng's hands and feet were a little cold. Qin Yanchen held her feet in his palm and put them in his top, while holding her hand and rubbing it carefully.

"I'll go out to find something and check if there is any signal."

His palms were very hot. Qiao Ansheng's originally cold hands warmed up in a while, and his feet were even hugged by the man close to his arms. She clearly felt the man's solid and hot abdomen.

For no reason, Qiao Ansheng wanted to pull out his feet, which was too shameful.

Qin Yanchen refused, but just pressed her feet with one hand to stop her intention of moving.

Qiao Ansheng struggled but failed, so he gave up, leaned in his arms obediently, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Then, is there any signal?"

"No……"

Qiao Ansheng's expression was slightly lost, and the small sparks ignited in his eyes were extinguished by these two words again.

Seeing that the weather is not going to rain again, it will continue to rain like this, and the two of them don’t know how long they will be sleepy here...

Her head drooped, wilted, like a frost-beating eggplant.

"Don't worry, if I don't show up, someone will soon find out..."

Qin Yanchen patted her little head and comforted her.

Qiao Ansheng pursed his lips slightly and didn't say anything.

That being said, when will Chi Yang and the others find out that Qin Yanchen is gone?

This is another unknown puzzle.

Qin Yanchen did not have as much worries as Qiao Ansheng. On the contrary, he did not hope that the two of them would be found soon by rescue.

Because in this small wooden house, Qiao Ansheng relies wholeheartedly on his and has to take care of him.

This gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

After rubbing her hands and feet warm, she wrapped it tightly in a quilt, Qin Yanchen got up and went to make a fire.

There were still some embers in the fire that had not been burned out last night, glowing red. Qin Yanchen used a slender wooden stick to turn all the embers inside to the top.

Then he grabbed a bunch of dry weeds, covered them, took out a lighter, and lit it with a click, and the flames burned and blew...

Qiao Ansheng didn't make any fire. She widened her eyes and saw that the flames that had only a few were rubbing and suddenly started to rush like a prairie fire.

The red flame reflects Qin Yanchen's side face, calm and quiet.

Qiao Ansheng sat on the bed, watching him rolling up his sleeves and doing these crude things.

Qin Yanchen's temperament is too cold. Even though he rolled up his sleeves and did vulgar things like making fire, he was not in a hurry and could still do things like making fire and cooking very appropriately.
Chapter completed!