"Did you go to the bathroom?" She breathed a sigh of relief and asked subconsciously. He hadn't let her move because he was afraid that she would peek? Then he could tell her directly? Why did he leave without saying a word?
Hearing this, Meng Beichen's face turned even darker. This damn girl can really think about it.
"I'm going to collect firewood to make a fire. My mother has prepared raw meat in the car for roasting. Otherwise, will you really be hungry until tomorrow?" He glanced at her legs. It was too dark to see anything, so he asked again.
road.
"Can I still leave?"
"It's just a fall. It's okay. Meng Beichen, let's go down the mountain. I always feel that it's not very good here." It's eerie and eerie, and there is an occasional cold breeze. She just wears denim shorts with both legs covered.
I'm trembling.[
"You don't seem to be such a timid person. Why is it not so good here? What are you afraid of? Go back to the car first. I'll be right over." He gave her a faint look of contempt and didn't see her when they quarreled with him.
Too timid.
"No, there is something wrong with your car. I was inexplicably choked by something unclean just now. It can't be in your car."
"It can't be what? If your imagination can be more vivid, then you still dare to sit back and go back now?" He felt speechless and hesitated to tell her that he was actually pinching her nose just now?
However, she would definitely despise her if she said so, which would be too shameless.
"Then I'll wait for you here." Han Yixing said quietly, really not wanting to go back to the dark car alone.
Meng Beichen saw that she was showing such weakness for the first time, so he didn't say anything. He picked up firewood and returned to the car. She followed him slowly, her feet still a little bit crooked.
He lit a fire, spread a piece of cloth on the grass, and took out a white cold box from the car. After everything was done, he pulled a person who looked like wood next to him.
"Let me look at your legs." He took out a flashlight from the car and started to look at hers.
Han Yixing stared at the white cold box, swallowed his saliva and said, "Let's bake something first. My legs are fine."
"Sure enough, he is a loser." He rolled his eyes at her and noticed that her knees were bruised and oozing with blood. He frowned, took a handful of meat skewers and stuffed them into her hand.