"Then I will carry you." Under the heavy rain and lightning, the young man approached her. Although he was asking, his actions were very forceful.

The physical contact made Xiao Ahe flinch for a moment. But she soon realized the reality. Now there was not much time for the two of them to struggle. The best way was for Song Zhiqing to carry her down the mountain.

Yuhe didn't understand these twists and turns, but the pain on her foot was real. She didn't dwell on it, and when Song Lingjun approached, she climbed into his arms.

Of course, she didn't forget to bring those little peaches with her. The man's body was not cold under the rain, but still warm, giving her a little room to breathe when her whole body was cold.

Yuhe lay in his arms. The heavy rain and darkness made her vision difficult, and the rain also blurred her eyes. When she came to his side, he taught her how to adjust her posture.

After struggling for a while, the other party showed her how to climb onto his back. Feeling the temperature of her body, Song Lingjun frowned: "Is it cold?"

Sensing that her body temperature was wrong, the original carrying position was changed to a hugging position.

"Well, it's cold, it's so cold." Yuhe was really cold, and she didn't know why her head felt a little dizzy.

"Hold me tight, I'll take you home." After receiving her answer, Song Lingjun also knew that something was wrong, so she hurried down the mountain.

But at this time, a bolt of lightning fell. There was a smell of anxiety in the air, heavy rain destroyed the road ahead, and the night and dark clouds blurred their vision.

In such weather, it is very dangerous for a man to take an injured woman through the woods.

Song Lingjun was aware of the danger, and little Ahe, who grew up in the woods, was even more keen. That lightning not only frightened her, but also reminded her of this place as her survival instinct emerged.

"Go, go over there."

"There's a house over there. That's my home."

"Song Zhiqing, we can go there to take shelter from the rain." She said intermittently, looking extremely weak.

Her voice was also very small, but Song Lingjun, who was close, heard it immediately. At this moment, Song Lingjun chose to believe her.

After walking a few hundred meters, a small courtyard appeared in their sight. Song Lingjun couldn't care about the mess of the house. He directly pushed the door open with his arms and put her weak body aside on the relatively clean grass.

Pile on.

Both of them were soaked, especially Yuhe, who was wet from head to toe. No part of them was good. Such thick and wet clothes would stick to her skin after getting soaked.

Summer clothes were more see-through, and the girl's figure was looming. Song Lingjun averted his eyes and didn't dare to look, but even if he didn't look, the image of her in the water the night before appeared in his mind.

More naked and beautiful.

It's like a green apple. It's slightly ripe when you take a bite, and it's sweet and tempting. But it looks like an immature green fruit.

"Cold." It was really cold. Those soaked clothes stuck to her body and were blown by the wind, like a layer of frost, making her shiver.

Yuhe wanted to take them off, but there were no new clothes for her to change into.

The house had been abandoned for more than ten years, and the usable things had been moved away long ago, leaving only an empty shell. She only brought an empty basket with her when she went up the mountain, and Song Lingjun came in a hurry and had nothing.

It was impossible to make a fire with bricks and wood, and it was impossible to go down the mountain. Finally, Song Lingjun said: "Take off your clothes first, and I will help you wring out the water."

What Song Lingjun said was a decision made after careful consideration. He knew that this seemed inappropriate, but there was no other way at the moment.

The little girl is cold, so she can only try this first.

"Don't worry, I won't look at it." When he said this, Song Lingjun did not avoid Yu He's gaze. He was very honest. But only he knew that he was not as honest in his heart as he appeared on the surface.

The thoughts in his heart were also extremely dirty.

The girl's eyes were beautiful, dark and bright, and she was obviously a little stunned when she heard his words. She was simple, but she also knew that it was ridiculous to do so.

But in such extreme weather, if you don't do this, you will get sick.

Yuhe was really cold. Not only was she cold, but she was also dizzy. Her brain couldn't support her to make other choices. Looking at the man's cold and unusual eyes, Yuhe obeyed.

Song Zhiqing is a very good person, and he will not lie to her. He must have said this for her own good. Thinking of this, Yu He took off his clothes and pants, and then handed them all to him.

Because of the cold and the fact that she was naked, she had to huddle in a corner. Fortunately, after a while, Song Zhiqing turned his back and gave her the clothes.

The clothes that had been soaked in water were still wet and uncomfortable, but they were much better than before. Yuhe put them on and still huddled in the corner.

The heavy rain continues outside, accompanied by lightning and thunder. This is a medium-sized main room. There is nothing in the house, only weeds. The only small window has a hole, and the cold wind is pouring in.

Through the faint flash of light, Yuhe suddenly discovered that Song Zhiqing was naked from the waist up.

Moreover, his pants were also wet.

"Song Zhiqing, I'm not going to watch. Do you want you to twist your pants too?" The two of them probably won't be able to go down the mountain tonight, and they won't be able to change their clothes.

Because she liked Song Zhiqing, Yuhe was afraid that Song Zhiqing would be as cold as her. It was an uncomfortable feeling and made her very uncomfortable. She didn't want Song Zhiqing to feel uncomfortable, so she said to him the moment her mind cleared up.

The little girl's voice was very soft, but it was filled with worry for him.

Song Lingjun looked at her, swallowed, and after a moment, nodded and said okay.

Song Lingjun never talked much, so Yuhe never cared about his coldness. Even for his agreement, the little girl was happy in her heart.

Because she also helped Song Zhiqing.

"Then I'll close my eyes, and you can do it." This was still an era when men and women were strictly guarded against each other. Being looked at, hugged, or hugged was considered an intimate contact.

Little Ah He is a person of this era, so she naturally knows. After all, her father said that when a man sees a woman's body, it is not good, and when a woman sees a man's body, it is also bad.

"I closed it."

"good."

She not only closed her eyes, but also buried her face in her knees. Yuhe's vision was blurry, but her ears were more sensitive. She heard the sound of the man untying his belt, followed by the sound of cloth rubbing.

I don't know how long it took, but the fabric was tightened and Yuhe heard the sound of water.

"Soon." As if he was afraid that she would become impatient with waiting, the man comforted her.

"Yeah." Yuhe closed his eyes and nodded.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was the sound of cloth rubbing again, and then the man spoke: "Okay."

As he finished speaking, Yu He raised his eyes. The young man's appearance came into view. He combed his wet hair back with five fingers, revealing his delicate facial features and deep eyebrows.

This time, Yu He was even more stunned.

Song Zhiqing is indeed the most handsome man in the brigade. He is really good-looking. The little girl's eyes fell on him without blinking. She looked at him with a crazy face, as if he was the most important thing to her.

people.

She liked him, very much. Song Lingjun looked at this scene, and for some reason he suddenly didn't hate this look.

This is not the first time that the little girl has looked at him like this. It has been many, many times. He only thinks that such a look is annoying and disgusting.

Now, I like it and enjoy it. I hope it will always stay.

Song Lingjun laughed, laughing at his own change of mentality and at their mutual love. In the past, the little girl had an unrequited love for him, but now they like each other.

Song Lingjun is not a person who gets entangled. If you like her, you just like her. There is no big deal, and there is nothing to deny.

"You can't go down the mountain tonight, so go to bed early." He squatted down and said to her softly.

It was this clear voice that brought back Yu He's drifting thoughts: "Oh, oh, I'll rest, I'll rest soon." Because he knew that Song Zhiqing didn't like her looking at him, after finding out that he was caught by Song Zhiqing, the little girl

The girl's tone became weak and timid.

Her big eyes rolled around, trying to cover up the past as if she didn't know what to do.

But she made too many little moves, and she wasn't a liar. There were so many loopholes at this moment, Song Lingjun could see clearly but didn't say a word.

Because there is no bed in this room, only a pile of weeds, there is no way to sleep. I can only sit on the weeds and rest against the slightly clean wall.

Yuhe was cold and dizzy, maybe because she got caught in the rain. Her condition was not good. Her limbs were weak, she was dizzy, and she was also very afraid of the cold.

She huddled in the corner, and Song Lingjun's eyes fell on her. Naturally, he noticed this, but there were really no extra clothes here to increase her temperature.

"Cold, so cold." She couldn't help but murmur in a low voice and hugged herself tightly again. Her tone was extremely pitiful.

"If I hold you, you won't be cold." He looked at the person who kept shouting coldness, and the morals in his heart gradually collapsed.

"What?"

"If I hold you, you won't feel cold anymore."

The human body's temperature is the most comfortable.

It was still raining heavily outside, and the young man held the shivering girl in his arms. The wet and greasy clothes became the only obstacle between them.

The man was strong and had a high body temperature. Yuhe was held in his arms, greedily absorbing the warmth from his body.

She was so cold that she forgot what her father told her not to get close to men. She just wanted to be held in Song Zhiqing's arms, and she just wanted to be close to him.

"Is it still cold?" She curled up in his arms, and Song Lingjun put his arms around her waist, feeling her thin body under the fabric.

His hand pressed on the wet cloth, pressing the cold cloth closer to her. Yu He didn't like this kind of touch, so she slightly avoided the touch.

But the hand still fell on her waist.

The young man's voice also sounded at this time: "If not, there will be no place for me to put my hands."

I don't know whether it was an explanation or a complaint, but Yu He was stunned for a moment. She was still dizzy and cold.

But she didn't forget that the person holding her was Song Zhiqing. Song Zhiqing came to save her and kept her warm. She didn't want to cause any more trouble to him.

So little Ahe said weakly: "Then come in and don't hold down your clothes. I'm cold, so cold."

Her words made Song Lingjun pause for a moment, as if in disbelief. He looked at the person in his arms, her slightly trembling eyelashes, and the lively and confused eyes under her eyelashes.

She likes him and he likes her.

It doesn't hurt to be close at this moment, not to mention that in such a bad environment, they must help each other if they want to survive safely.

The man's voice was low, as if he had made a decision, and he said cautiously: "Okay."
Chapter completed!