The moment Yan Han exerted his strength, Song Xiang suddenly came closer and kissed his pale lips.
Click.
A head-numbing sound.
Song Xiang trembled, feeling more uncomfortable than the pain on her own body.
Each other's breath blends.
She held Yan Han's face with both hands, stepped back slightly, and touched his forehead.
Pain flashed across the man's brows for a moment, then he suppressed it, his eyes slightly raised, with a faint light, and he said hoarsely: "This pain relief method is good, but I still feel pain, try it again."
Song Xiang was very serious, and she held his face and kissed him again.
I followed his previous technique and traced the shape of his lips. The movements were a little eager, green but sincere.
The severe cold was really painful, and there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. He leaned against the root of the tree, letting Song Xiang do whatever he wanted.
Halfway through, he opened his eyes and saw the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes.
My heart is so soft that I am willing to accept the pain no matter how much it hurts.
"Hey, you two are very interested." A joking voice sounded from behind.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and his movements were momentarily stuck.
Displeasure flashed in his stern and cold eyes, and he looked behind Song Xiang.
Lan Jingyu supported Rong Qi, and the two of them limped along, seemingly slightly injured.
When Song Xiang realized there was someone there, he immediately retreated.
Yan Han moved quickly and pressed the back of her head with his uninjured hand, deepening the kiss.
Song Xiang's eyes widened and his face turned red.
He knew more than she did, and his movements were also wild and arrogant. His lips pressed hard against hers, taking her breath away in an instant.
Behind him, Lan Jingyu looked at the scene, put down Rong Qi very calmly, then crossed his arms across his chest and admired it quietly.
Song Xiang noticed the burning gaze behind her and felt that Lan Jingyu was about to start commenting in the next second. She became cruel and raised her hand to push Yan Han away.
Yan Han was suddenly pushed away and turned his face away. A piece of broken hair fell from his forehead, and his slightly sad eyes made him look quite pitiful.
Song Xiang bit her lip and whispered, "Please be more restrained."
"Why should I restrain myself from kissing my fiancée?" He said confidently.
Song Xiang: "..."
She gave him a hard look, and her eyes were indeed a little soft.
"Should the arms be tied to branches to fix them?"
"Um."
Song Xiang leaned over, took out the tools just now, and followed his instructions step by step.
She moved very carefully, for fear of hurting him.
After finally tying him up, Lan Jingyu from the other side intervened.
"Miss Rong, can you pay some attention to your family?" He pointed at Rong Qi, "It seems that he is about to die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Qi opened his eyes and coughed twice, as if to prove that he was not dead.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, so she put Yan Han aside first and walked to Rong Qi.
"Rongqi, how are you?"
The poker-faced man shook his head, looking the same as usual, but his face looked a little different.
Song Xiang estimated that he wouldn't cry out in pain, so he looked around him and noticed the blood stains on his calf.
She originally wanted to check, but Rong Qi avoided it and just asked for two kinds of medicine and first aid supplies.
Song Xiang understood his temper and didn't say much. He gave him everything and asked Lan Jingyu to take care of him.
It was afternoon, the temperature was very high, and the humidity in the air was particularly high.
Lan Jingyu picked a leaf, looked at it, and threw it away, "It's probably going to rain."
"Raining?" Song Xiang was surprised.
Although there are tall trees around and there are places to take shelter from the rain, there are also many force majeure factors such as lightning and lightning, which increases the risk factor. Moreover, if it rains, random small animals are likely to appear again.