"Fu Huaizhi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No."
"and you……"
"Go put the flag up."
Pulling out the orange flag from his bag, Fu Huaizhi looked at Wen Yiru with deep eyes, "Congratulations, you did it!"
The flag in his hand suddenly became hot to the touch.
Wen Yiru knew that Fu Huaizhi was not congratulating her on her success in reaching the summit.
If the drone hadn't been right above her head, she knew that Fu Huaizhi would have said it more clearly: Wen Yiru, congratulations on your wish. You have proved your love for Fu Huaian, and I have seen it!
When he comes down from Wufeng Mountain, he will propose to break off the engagement, right?
My heart was sour and astringent, and there were countless things I wanted to say to him, but in the end I still couldn't.
Wen Yiru turned around and climbed to the top of the hill, put the orange flag together with the other two flags, and pressed the original rocks up.
There is only a solitary rock on the top of the mountain and not a single tree.
Even though the sun is not strong anymore, it still makes your face warm from the sun.
Wen Yiru looked back at Fu Huaizhi, "Let's go down the mountain and find a place to pitch a tent."
"good."
Without even looking back at her, Fu Huaizhi picked up his backpack and walked down.
Wen Yiru bit her lip, raised her foot and followed.
After setting up a tent, I shared the last piece of palm-sized compressed biscuit at her insistence.
It was just getting dark, and the two of them got into the tent one after the other.
In the middle of the night, Wen Yiru felt something was wrong.
Even though they were half a meter apart, they could feel the heat coming from the man's body.
At first I thought it might be the difference in body surface temperature between men and women.
But after a while, Wen Yiru realized something was wrong.
He breathed heavily and lightly, and occasionally you could hear the crunching sound of his clenched teeth.
Wen Yiruo stood up and opened the zipper.
"Fu Huaizhi..."
As soon as her hand touched his arm, Wen Yiru's breath froze, and then she raised her hand and touched his forehead.
A man's body temperature is frighteningly high.
There is still a faint fishy smell in the air.
"What's wrong with you, Fu Huaizhi? Are you injured? Fu Huaizhi?"
Wen Yiru hurriedly took out the flashlight from her bag.
When the lights came on, Fu Huai frowned subconsciously. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, but his words still comforted her, "I'm fine, you... don't worry!"
If the person is still awake, that's good.
Wen Yiru touched his forehead, then his neck, sniffed, and suddenly opened his T-shirt.
The lower abdomen is firm and flat.
But there are a few dirty marks.
When Wen Yiru was about to turn over his back, Fu Huaizhi grabbed her wrist.
The man opened his eyes suddenly, "Wen Yiru, are you sure you want to tease me at this time?"
"Let me see your back."
Wen Yiru said a word, and Fu Huaizhi fell silent.
When she was pulling down her T-shirt with a nonchalant expression, Wen Yiru tightly grabbed the hem of the shirt.
"Big star Wen..."
The man was breathing heavily, but there was a smirk on his lips, just like the man I met in Paris, "If I appear on camera in tattered clothes tomorrow, guess what the viewers watching the live broadcast will think?"
I thought she would let go if he said that.
When Fu Huaizhi pulled down his clothes, they still didn't move.
The impatience just rolled out of his eyes, and with a tick, a drop of tear fell on the back of Fu Huaizhi's hand.
Fu Huai was stunned.
Wen Yiru had already taken off his hand, pulled his shoulder and turned it over.
"hiss……"
Unable to hold back the pain, Fu Huaizhi took a breath of cold air.
Wen Yiru was startled when she saw the scene in front of her clearly, and her tears fell even more quickly.