After shouting for a long time and getting no response, Yan Xin'er sighed and stuffed Jiao Li's exposed hand back into the leaves.
…
As time passed, the clouds slowly accumulated and settled, and the originally brilliant light was soon obscured by the clouds.
As evening approached, raindrops began to fall from the sky.
Yan Xin'er trembled and woke up from her sleep.
A drop of rain fell on her face.
He raised his head and looked at the hazy sky.
Ruined.
It started with sporadic light rain, but later on, the water droplets became bigger and bigger, and the leaves could no longer cover it.
Yan Xin'er yelled that something was wrong and quickly pulled the leaves off Jiao Li's face and checked the marks on the back of his neck.
The mark is still there.
After thinking for a long time, Yan Xin'er decided to wake this guy up in advance.
He said that you must push it hard and very hard.
Yan Xin'er gritted her teeth, raised two fingers, and poked the mark hard.
"Ah——" The finger is about to be broken.
Yan Xin'er stood up from the ground in pain, with tears in her eyes.
"Uh..." The sleeping person seemed not to be woken up by her, but by prodding.
Yan Xin'er forgot about the pain and hurriedly came to him: "Wake up, wake up, it's raining."
The man blinked, looking confused.
"……You're back?"
Well?
What is he saying?
Yan Xin'er subconsciously reached out and patted his face.
But the man was sitting on her lap like a cat, his expression was so fragile, so lovable.
"...If this is a dream...I would rather not wake up..." The man slowly closed his eyes and leaned on her lap.
Heavy rain poured down, soaking their clothes.
In the hazy mist, she stared at him blankly.
There are hundreds of beautiful colors in the world, but some people love only one of them.
The love is so deep that I know it’s a dream but don’t want to wake up...
The raised hand finally dropped down and subconsciously touched the man's head.
So hot...
His body was covered with dew from last night, and the sun at noon made him warm and cold at times.
Yan Xin'er became a little scared. She grabbed the man's shoulders and shook them hard: "Wake up, wake up..."
"It hurts... my hand hurts..." The man whimpered as weakly as a child.
Hand hurts? Yan Xin'er hurriedly raised the man's hand to look carefully.
These hands are very perfect, slender, clean... and have well-defined joints.
Where were the injuries? There was not even a scratch on either hand.
However, when she put it down, she was stunned.
There is a scar as big as a broad bean on the side of the little finger of his right hand.
Over time, the scar has become one color with the skin.
If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. It's just like the scar on his forehead.
"It hurts...I hurt...my hand hurts..."
There is nothing but pain.
In the heavy rain, Yan Xin'er dragged the man's heavy body forward with difficulty.
Stumbled, got up.
Stumble again, get up again...
It was not easy to find a huge rock, but the place was so small that only one person could lie down. Yan Xin'er stuffed the man inside without thinking, leaving half of her body exposed.
The man kept gibbering.
The content is just a few words, it hurts, my hand hurts...
Yan Xin'er held his hand tightly, like coaxing a child: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, let me blow it on you."
You can't tell that he looked so awesome before, but he just had a fever, and now he is as fragile as a cat.
Yan Xin'er looked at the man lying on her lap with some amusement. After shouting for a long time and getting no response, Yan Xin'er sighed and stuffed Jiao Li's exposed hand back into the leaves.
…
As time passed, the clouds slowly accumulated and settled, and the originally brilliant light was soon obscured by the clouds.
As evening approached, raindrops began to fall from the sky.
Yan Xin'er trembled and woke up from her sleep.
A drop of rain fell on her face.
He raised his head and looked at the hazy sky.
Ruined.
It started with sporadic light rain, but later on, the water droplets became bigger and bigger, and the leaves could no longer cover it.
Yan Xin'er yelled that something was wrong and quickly pulled the leaves off Jiao Li's face and checked the marks on the back of his neck.
The mark is still there.
After thinking for a long time, Yan Xin'er decided to wake this guy up in advance.
He said that you must push it hard and very hard.
Yan Xin'er gritted her teeth, raised two fingers, and poked the mark hard.
"Ah——" The finger is about to be broken.
Yan Xin'er stood up from the ground in pain, with tears in her eyes.
"Uh..." The sleeping person seemed not to be woken up by her, but by prodding.
Yan Xin'er forgot about the pain and hurriedly came to him: "Wake up, wake up, it's raining."
The man blinked, looking confused.
"……You're back?"
Well?
What is he saying?
Yan Xin'er subconsciously reached out and patted his face.
But the man was sitting on her lap like a cat, his expression was so fragile, so lovable.
"...If this is a dream...I would rather not wake up..." The man slowly closed his eyes and leaned on her lap.
Heavy rain poured down, soaking their clothes.
In the hazy mist, she stared at him blankly.
There are hundreds of beautiful colors in the world, but some people love only one of them.
The love is so deep that I know it’s a dream but don’t want to wake up...
The raised hand finally dropped down and subconsciously touched the man's head.
So hot...
His body was covered with dew from last night, and the sun at noon made him warm and cold at times.
Yan Xin'er became a little scared. She grabbed the man's shoulders and shook them hard: "Wake up, wake up..."
"It hurts... my hand hurts..." The man whimpered as weakly as a child.
Hand hurts? Yan Xin'er hurriedly raised the man's hand to look carefully.
These hands are very perfect, slender, clean... and have well-defined joints.
Where were the injuries? There was not even a scratch on either hand.
However, when she put it down, she was stunned.
There is a scar as big as a broad bean on the side of the little finger of his right hand.
Over time, the scar has become one color with the skin.
If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. It's just like the scar on his forehead.
"It hurts...I hurt...my hand hurts..."
There is nothing but pain.
In the heavy rain, Yan Xin'er dragged the man's heavy body forward with difficulty.
Stumbled, got up.
Stumble again, get up again...
It was not easy to find a huge rock, but the place was so small that only one person could lie down. Yan Xin'er stuffed the man inside without thinking, leaving half of her body exposed.
The man kept gibbering.
The content is just a few words, it hurts, my hand hurts...
Yan Xin'er held his hand tightly, like coaxing a child: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, let me blow it on you."
You can't tell that he looked so awesome before, but he just had a fever, and now he is as fragile as a cat.
Yan Xin'er looked at the man lying on her lap with some humor.
