"Haha... It's hard to give up on a good life. I'm the one you're talking about, haha..."
On a big tree in the forest, a silver-gray figure was hidden in the leaves, and he heard cheerful laughter coming from below.
His deep eyes exuded a cold aura.
This little thing is so heartless, he leaves as soon as he wants, without any regrets, and he leaves so coolly.
Does she really not care about him at all?
He couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly. When he heard her laughter, he had the urge to strangle her to death. You are a heartless little thing.
Xiahou Huan'er ate some dry food, picked up some dead branches, lit a bonfire next to the sleeping bag to keep warm, and lay down in the sleeping bag.
She didn't rest last night and had been traveling for another day today. Her body was already exhausted. However, she was lying in the cold sleeping bag, rolling around, but she was not sleepy. Dongfang Xing's face was swaying in her mind.
Coming and going, cold, sinister, angry, ruthless, cold...
"Xiahou Huan'er, you are so promising? People don't trust you, but you still care about shit." Frustrated and irritated, she clenched her fists and began to beat the ground, shouting as if to vent her anger: "Dongfang Xing, you are a bastard.
, pig head, tortoise, beast..."
The roar shook the sky, causing chickens to fly and eggs to fly in the forest, and the birds were frightened into leaving their nests.
The corner of Mr. Xing's mouth twitched. It was obvious that she was scolding him, but she was not angry at all. Instead, she was a little happy and mean.
After venting her anger, Xiahou Huan'er rubbed her sore fists, feeling a little frustrated and aggrieved.
She calmed down, closed her eyes, and started counting sheep.
She had to go to sleep quickly and not let that bastard affect her anymore.
The forest gradually became quiet, the campfire occasionally made the sound of burning dead branches, and the sound of counting sheep came from the sleeping bag. The sound became quieter and quieter, until it became quiet, the earth fell asleep, and she finally fell asleep.
By midnight, the temperature was getting colder.
Dongfang Xing silently jumped down from the tree, came to the sleeping bag, added dead branches to the dying bonfire, opened a corner of the sleeping bag, and under the firelight, Xiahou Huan'er curled up and slept inside with his arms folded, his eyes
He was a little red, his brows were furrowed, and his face didn't look good.
No matter how strong and stubborn a girl is, she will still feel lonely when she is alone.
A murmuring voice sounded: "Dongfang Xing, you are a bad guy."
His face was startled. This girl didn't forget to scold him even when she was sleeping. Others didn't know how much hatred they thought they had.
With a slight smile on his lips, he took off his coat, put it on her body, and then sat by the bonfire to keep vigil for her.
When Xiahou Huan'er woke up, it was already bright. She sat up and stretched. She didn't expect that she slept so deeply last night.
Frowning, she wondered if she had an illusion. Why did she feel that there was that man's breath in the sleeping bag?
"Xiahou Huan'er, you've lost your mind." It must be an illusion, a hallucination, it's impossible. She stretched out her hand and hit her head, then crawled out of her sleeping bag and looked at the bonfire that seemed to have just been extinguished. Her expression was stunned.
, according to the dead branches she added last night, this bonfire will definitely not last past midnight.
She retreated into her sleeping bag and sniffed hard.
"Hey, everything about being born with good fortune and having good luck is all fake."
She just said, in such a desolate and uninhabited place, how can there be such good things? There are sleeping bags, unexpired food, and yesterday's barbecue.