Bo Qingyun looked at her side face without leaving any trace, until she entered the cave.

There is a cave inside. The entrance of the cave can accommodate two people entering and exiting, but the cave suddenly opens up into a very spacious flat land.

There are rubble piled up against the wall, and there is wood ash gathered on the ground, which is the ashes of burned wood, as if someone has been here before and burned wood for heating.

"Just sit here for a while." Xia Wanxin's voice sounded at this time, a little more relaxed than when she was in the car.

After all, this place is safe now.

When the words fell, Bo Qingyun made no sound.

She looked over and saw that in the dim light, one of his arms was hanging down at an unnatural angle, and a trace of dark color gathered and slid down his fingertips, finally dripping to the ground.

At that moment, I seemed to hear a ticking sound in my ears.

"You're hurt."

Xia Wan frowned slightly.

Bo Qingyun pursed her thin lips tightly, obviously she had endured it to the extreme. Her lips turned pale, but she didn't say a word.

Xia Wan even remembered that she had touched that hand when she helped him up just now.

I looked down and saw that there was indeed some blood on my fingers, which had dried by now.

Bo Qingyun glanced at her silently, found a lying stone, and sat on it with her long legs half-bent, leaning her upper body slightly against the stone wall.

At this moment when everyone around him became quiet, his breathing finally became unusually messy and heavy.

Xia Wanxin didn't need to look at him to know how bad his face looked.

Looking at the ground for just a short while, the blood dripping down had already gathered into a small puddle.

She pinched her fingertips into the flesh and finally said: "Wait here!"

After speaking, without waiting for his answer, the slender figure left the cave in a hurry, not forgetting to cover the entrance of the cave with weeds.

"you--"

Before Bo Qingyun could finish saying "Where are you going?", the person had disappeared.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes looked thicker under the dark sky, and he had an indescribable mania.

After a few minutes of silence, he took out his cell phone and was about to ask the woman where she had gone.

The sound of rushing footsteps sounded at the door, and the people who left came and went again.

Bo Qingyun's grip on the phone suddenly loosened.

At this moment, he didn't realize that the turbulent emotions in his heart suddenly fell silent.

Xia Wanxin brought herbs.

It was not completely dark yet, so she moved neatly, squatted down beside Bo Qingyun, and directly unbuttoned his coat: "Take it off."

The woman has lowered eyebrows, delicate facial features, a thin and straight nose, a pair of red lips that are half pursed, and a very domineering tone.

Bo Qingyun's eyes were half-closed and his face was expressionless. His eyes fell on her face for two seconds, and then he seriously raised his hand.

——Like the flower picker who is helpless in front of the flower picker.

Inexplicably, this metaphor resonated in Xia Wan's heart.

When he reacted, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched, and his movements became rude.

"Well..." Bo Qingyun clenched her teeth, and because of the sudden increase in strength in her hand, she let out a muffled groan.

The moment the voice fell, his face turned dark.

Xia Wan relaxed and looked at his face again. She didn't know why she felt like laughing inappropriately.

The sleeve of her good hand had already been taken off. She pulled back and said, "Take it off yourself."
Chapter completed!