Uh, it’s obviously the same thing, but if you put it another way, why is it so rude?

Tingyun corrected: "It's fixed."

"Okay, please fix me firmly." Qingyu didn't mince words with him.

Uh, okay. But...

Tingyun squatted on a branch of a tree, somewhat at a loss as to what to do.

The branch she was lying on was quite strong, but it couldn't accommodate two people, and he had to make a big move.

Tingyun held the vine with one hand and the tree trunk beside Qingyu with the other, and slowly stood up.

Then, he stepped on the branch with one foot and the other on the branch, maintaining the balance of the body and leaning towards Qingyu.

"Senior, be careful!" Qingyu looked at him and helped him.

"Yeah." Tingyun finally found a suitable angle to maintain balance, and he put the vines around her waist.

Immediately afterwards, a problem was discovered:

He wanted to wrap the hanging vine around the branch and pull it up from the other side. But in that case, his body would inevitably touch hers.

Ugh, this is so embarrassing.

By the way, it’s not like she can’t move.

"Can you pull up the vine? By the way, hand it to me." Tingyun commanded.

The two worked together and used vines to wrap the branches around Qingyu's waist twice.

Tie a knot with moderate elasticity so that it won’t strangle her and won’t leak out.

After tying the knot, make another knot where you want to, lest the vines become weak and break.

But when she held the vine from head to toe, she found that there was no place to tie it.

Either inappropriate or inappropriate.

It’s better to wrap another one around your waist. You can’t break both of them, right?

He discussed with her: "If I don't wrap one more string around it, I'm afraid it will break."

Qingyu thought for a while: "Yes."

So I wrapped another one.

"Okay, it's strong enough. Even a pig can't fall down." Tingyun joked.

"Senior!" Qingyu glared at him.

Tingyun smiled, squatted down while holding on to the branch, and then leaned on the branch behind him.

"Senior, please fix yourself, so you don't fall asleep." Qingyu worried about him.

"No need, I sleep well." Tingyun closed his eyes.

"Fix it, otherwise I will always worry about you falling and not being able to sleep!" Qingyu begged him.

There is really nothing we can do against her!

Tingyun had no choice but to stand up, cut another vine, and fixed himself on the branch: "Is this okay?"

"That's it. Good night, senior." Qingyu closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Tingyun also closed his eyes.

It was the first time in my life to sleep outdoors, and I actually slept hanging on a tree. It was so uncomfortable!

So cold.

It's really uncomfortable to lie on the branch, it's not flat, and I can't even turn over.

Tingyun tried hard for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't help but open his eyes and look at the sunny rain on the opposite side.

Is she asleep?

Does she feel cold too?

Tingyun suddenly had the urge to hold her in his arms to warm her and himself.

But this can only be thought of.

Tingyun closed his eyes again and managed to fall asleep in the cold night wind.

He had a dream. In the dream, he and Qingyu were hiding in a frozen cave in a world of ice and snow.

Qingyu was actually wearing a white sleeveless dress, and his exposed skin turned pale from the cold, which made him unbearable to look at.

"Senior, I'm so cold." She looked at him pitifully, her eyes wet, like a deer waiting to be fed.

He walked over slowly, gently put her hands in his palms, and rubbed them gently: "Will this keep you warmer?"

"Yeah, but I feel so cold." Her voice was soft and waxy.

He hesitated, then reached out and took her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

"Senior, are you still cold now?" she asked.

He found it funny: "You are the one calling me cold."

Qingyu looked at him seriously: "But you are very cold, you always feel cold in your heart."

He was slightly startled and looked at her without speaking.

She stretched out her arms and hugged his waist tightly: "Senior, I won't let you feel cold anymore!"

Tingyun suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a dense canopy of trees above his head.

The tight waist is not Qingyu’s arms, but the vines wrapped around the waist for fixation.

He raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

Why do you have such a dream?

Does he already have any expectations for her?

Or, the experience during this period was so beyond imagination that he felt a little fragile for a while?

He couldn't help but look towards Qingyu.

Her body huddled up, obviously feeling cold. Her arms were curled up in front of her, and her hands were pillowed under her cheeks.

Her legs hung down from the right side of the branch. She obviously wanted to turn over, but was restrained by the vines and could not turn over.

In this way, her body was twisted into a very uncomfortable shape. But she still slept quite deeply.

He is really like a child, sleeping soundly under any circumstances.

If she wasn't tied down, she could really roll into the tree.

Tingyun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

I really couldn't bear to wake her up, but I still had to hurry.

He untied the vines around his waist, leaned over and whispered: "Qingyu, wake up."

Qingyu was sleeping soundly, and she only snorted in response to the sound, like a kitten, but she didn't wake up.

Tingyun called a few more times, but not only did she not wake up, she didn't even respond.

Tingyun smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand to pinch her little nose, and shook her gently a few times: "Are you still awake? Get up and go on your way."

"Well -" Qingyu wrinkled her little nose and opened her eyes drowsily: "Is it dawn yet?"

It was dark all around and nothing could be seen clearly.

She said in confusion: "Obviously not."

Tingyun looked at her, and there was a softness in his voice that he had never noticed before: "It's the second half of the night, when people are most tired, so we have to start on our way."

Qingyu hadn't woken up yet, and her voice was waxy: "When you are most tired, isn't it time to sleep?"

Tingyun's voice was a little coaxing: "The people who are searching for us are tired and have gone to bed. It's time for us to get on our way. Hold on and go to bed later."

"Okay." Qingyu responded reluctantly, with a lazy look that made people want to pinch her nose again.

Tingyun stopped his hand and pulled away the vines around her waist: "Let's go quickly."

When he saw that she had woken up, he jumped down first and turned on the flashlight to help her light up.

Qingyu rubbed his eyes and jumped down from the tree.

Tingyun was used to taking care of her when the light was bad. When he saw her jumping down, he reached out his hand to help her without thinking.

As soon as Qingyu fell to the ground, he was caught by a pair of strong arms, and she couldn't help but look up at him.

In the dim light of the flashlight, his eyes were dark and unable to distinguish.

When Tingyun saw her looking over, he quickly let go of his hand.

But Qingyu held his arm before he let go, and said half-jokingly: "Let's go. Please, senior, be my eyes again!"

Tingyun held a flashlight in one hand and was held by her in the other, leading her south:

"I don't want to pour cold water on you. But I'm afraid we won't be able to get out in one night."

Qingyu smiled softly: "Senior, are you willing to be my eyes a few more times?"

Are you willing?
Chapter completed!