Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

Yu Shinan walked forward with his back on his back, and kept talking to Fu Sichen to tell her not to sleep.

The rain was pouring down, and the wind would make it very cool, fearing that if she fell asleep, the gonorrhea would be even worse.

He quickened his steps to check his surroundings, and after walking for a while, he heard a loud bang behind him, which was the sound of a car falling from a tree branch.

Yu Shinan looked back subconsciously, and saw her biting his arm fiercely, "Sichen?"

His face was flushed, and his face washed by the rain was both attractive and pitiful. The drops of water hanging on his eyelashes did not know whether it was rain or tears.

Holding her buttocks, he lifted her up, and stepped faster, "Don't bite, just sleep for a while if you want to sleep."

Fu Sichen groaned and did not let go.

I don't know how long it took, but when Yu Shinan saw the simple prefabricated house on the back of the mountain, he wanted to call him lucky.

The entire second phase of the farm covers a huge area. It has been marked on the previous topographic map. There are three inspection points scattered in different areas. Every autumn, people will be on duty to avoid fires.

Yu Shinan rushed over with his back behind his back, he pushed open the door, and a dusty aura came over his face, but fortunately, it could shelter him from the rain.

Putting the person on his back down, Fu Sichen directly collapsed on the ground, Yu Shinan quickly picked her up, and put his palm on her forehead.

hot.

But it's not the kind of hot and dry fever like a fever. I don't know if it's the illusion of water on the forehead after being drenched by rain.

On the contrary, she felt hot and sweaty.

He ran all the way with him on his back like this, sweating and being poured down by the cool rain, but he didn't feel hot.

How could she sweat when she lay on him without moving.

The room is very simple, with a small bed, a cabinet, and a brown single sofa with peeling leather, mottled and dilapidated.

Yu Shinan bent down and patted the dust on it with his hands. His hands were covered with dust, and he rubbed it on himself. Finally, he simply took off his shirt and put it on it, letting her sit on it.

She was as if she had no bones. As soon as he took his hand away, Fu Sichen lay limp on top of her, her long hair covering half of her face.

"Don't bite." Yu Shinan wanted to pull her arm off, but she clung to it, bloodstains were already seen on her arm, the man's forehead was tense, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her cheeks, forcing her to let go.

There was a tooth mark on the slender arm, very deep, seeing blood, how deep the bite was.

There was nothing covering her mouth, Fu Sichen snorted like pain or crying, his eyes were watery, and Yu Shinan had the illusion that the rain was still dripping on her body.

Yu Shinan's figure enveloped her from above, and his palm was pressed against her forehead again, and then he simply bent down and touched her forehead with his own. It was hot, but his body temperature was still normal.

Fu Sichen was leaning on the dilapidated sofa, the bright yellow dress was completely wet and stuck to his body, and the two legs under the dress were twisted tightly together.

She hummed twice, and it was that extremely unbearable sound that fell in Yu Shinan's ears.

She asked vaguely, water, I want to drink water.

When it was raining, I didn't feel like my body was going to burn, but now it was dry from the inside out, like being roasted on a fire, and the water in my body was quickly lost.

She couldn't take it anymore, her fingers grabbed her neck and slid down, the collar strap of the dress that was locked around her neck was torn apart by her, and it spread out, and she seemed to finally be able to breathe.

The broken sofa and the delicate and beautiful woman are like the best ingredients on a broken plate. The strong visual contrast stimulates people's eyes, and the glamorous color hits Yu Shinan's eyes hard like this .

He finally realized that something was wrong with her, he reached out to pick up her body that had almost slipped off the sofa, and listened to her calling for water.

Yu Shinan looked around, there was nothing here, but there was a porcelain jar on the cabinet.

He got up to find some water for her, she hugged his waist, and he burrowed into his arms. His body was a bit cold, and she felt comfortable when he pressed against him, her arms clung to him, and her face was arched in her arms. His lips and tongue fell on his cotton close-fitting vest, which was so hot that he shivered, "Brother Nan, don't go, I feel uncomfortable."

"I know, I'll go get you some water." Yu Shinan tensed up, he controlled her to pull her up and put him on the sofa, "Wait here."

"Wait, what are you waiting for? I don't want to wait."

She reached out to catch him, not wanting him to leave her alone.

The consciousness was vague and mixed with sobriety, "It's too hot here, I want to get in the rain, it's cool in the rain."

She was struggling with self-contradictions, her eyes were blurred and blurred, and her moist eyes couldn't conceal her beauty. She pulled the clothes on her body with her fingers. spread out before his eyes.

Yu Shinan's temples were throbbing, he reached out and grabbed her hand to prevent her from moving, and pulled her skirt down.

"You can't do this, you'll catch a cold."

He asked her again, "What did you eat?"

"What did I eat? I didn't eat anything." Fu Sichen tossed and tossed, tears poured out, the poisonous bees in her body were too strong, sometimes on her legs, sometimes on her chest, her limbs kept writhing, and she couldn't find a way to relieve it. method, and babbled about going to the rain, occasionally calling his name, and complaining that it hurts.

Ask her where it hurts, and some say it doesn't hurt, it's itchy.

Itchy chest.

He took his hand and pressed it against his body, asking him to help.

Yu Shinan was sweating from being tortured by her.

"Sichen, Sichen?" He patted her face with both hands, trying to wake her up.

But she couldn't wake up, she just felt that someone was grabbing her wrist and not letting her take off her clothes, saying that it was impossible.

She was like a deer abandoned in the desert, thirsty and scalding, she cried aggrievedly, "Why not?"

Yu Shinan had no choice, he picked her up directly, took the jar on the table to the door, pushed the door open and water vapor rushed in, Yu Shinan reached out with one hand to catch the rainwater, and held her with the other.

She wasn't heavy, but at this moment Yu Shinan felt that he could hardly hold her, twisting around on his body.

Fu Sichen sobbed and cried, feeling like he was going to die. She put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed her lips against his neck, "Brother Nan, hug me, kiss me, don't go, don't let go!" I."

The veins on his forehead tensed up, and Yu Shinan's breathing was disordered. He didn't dare to look at her, and couldn't help but be drawn to her by her eyes. He didn't care that the water glass was not full, so he carried her back and put the She pressed on the sofa, she quit, and held him tightly with both hands.

Yu Shinan had no choice but to sit over by himself, hugged her on his lap, stretched out his hand to support her face, wiped her lips with water on his finger, not daring to let her drink rainwater rashly, and was afraid that she would feel thirsty and uncomfortable.

She was like a misty little animal, licking everything she caught, her fingers were entangled with the wet tip of her tongue.

Yu Shinan's Adam's apple rolled heavily, he withdrew his hand violently, grabbed water and patted her side face, "Wake up, Si Chen, wake up."

His voice was also hoarse, as if his throat had been scalded by a soldering iron.

The patter of rain outside gradually tended to become stronger, and it began to fall again.

The door that was not closed tightly was creaked by the wind.

The crackling and crackling sounds from the outside world couldn't stop the crying on his body and his own heavier breathing.

She bit his neck and ears indiscriminately, and touched his body with her hands, "Give it to me, I can't take it anymore."

His appearance was imprinted in the woman's misty eyes, Yu Shinan hooked her swaying waist, "Sichen, can you see who I am?"

She nodded, with tears streaming down her face, "Brother Nan. I know it's you."

He clasped her arm tighter and tighter, locked her in his arms, thin sweat dripped from the man's forehead, and his heart beat rapidly in his chest, "Be good, close your eyes, I'll help you."