After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

"Yes." Yang Yi nodded.

Thomas seemed to be satisfied with her affirmative answer and stopped asking what to do.

The sky between the tree crowns is slightly bright, and this angle fades from darkness to gloom, allowing you to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

Thomas's face became redder and redder, and his breathing became more rapid, as heavy as a bellows.

Yang Yi asked worriedly, "Mr. Thomas, are you okay?"

There was no response from the other side.

Thomas was leaning on the damp tree trunk, his head tilted back. His brown curly hair was disheveled, stained with mud and leaves, and only his pale neck was exposed. His body was shivering slightly under the cold clothes.

Yang Yi moved to his side and tested the temperature of his forehead. It was surprisingly hot.

He passed out again.

Miranda's advice came to mind: Mr. Thomas forgets to eat and sleep when working, and often forgets to eat. His health is not very good. He once fainted twice due to hypoglycemia...

Yang Yi let out a long sigh, raised his body temperature, and gently held him in his arms, like holding a sick child.

Thomas was in a daze, as if he were sitting in front of the fireplace at home, with the fire crackling and licking the wood. He was warming himself by the fire and snuggled up in the sofa. The soft backrest and armrests wrapped around him, making him extremely comfortable.

In this warm comfort, he slept, feeling more comfortable than ever before. Until he was pushed lightly a few times.

"Mr. Thomas? Wake up, the sun is coming out——"

He opened his sour eyes, and a pair of dark eyes looked at him with concern. And he was being held in her arms. She was hot, even hotter than him, causing some sweat to form on his forehead.

The warmth in the dream came from the girl in front of him, he suddenly thought.

"Well -" He slowly sat upright, breaking away from this nostalgic warmth, "Let's go." He said.

After struggling to get out of the corner, he was about to stand up, but staggered. If Yang Yi hadn't grabbed him, he would have almost fallen into the muddy water.

Yang Yi bent down in front of him, put his arms behind his back, grabbed his legs, and carried him on his back, "You show the direction."

Thomas struggled and was held down by her.

"Mr. Thomas, now is not the time to consider men's dignity. Your condition is very serious. If you fall into a coma again, you may not be able to wake up." She said in a serious tone.

Thomas's struggle stopped. Just these few movements left him panting and his body weak.

He looked up at the sun, determined the direction, stretched out his hands feebly, and didn't even say a word.

Along the way, he was extremely silent. If Shi Er hadn't pointed out the direction, Yang Yi would have thought he had passed out again.

It rained all night yesterday, and the forest was full of mud and slippery moss. Yang Yi's feet were deep and shallow, and he almost slipped on the moss a few times, but his hands kept firmly grasping the crook of his legs. Let him slide down.

Thomas saw that she kept her back slightly bent so that he could lie down more stably. There was no doubt that this position was difficult for her.

"Let me down!" Thomas whispered the first time she nearly slipped.

"Sir, if you walk, you will slow down our speed." Yang Yi said.

Her tone was matter-of-fact and not sarcastic at all. The thin hands held his legs without relaxing. They were gentle, firm, and could not be refused.

Thomas was silent.

He couldn't figure out how this slender body could have such huge and lasting power.

Her body was warm, and his chest was warm as well. He guessed that she could control her own body temperature. She used her hot body temperature to warm him all night long, pulling him back from the hands of death.

She didn't smell good now, the smell of mud, grass juice, and blood mixed into a strange smell, but this smell made him feel strangely at ease. Her hair was also stuck into strands with blood and mud, and the true color of her white jumper could no longer be seen clearly. It was torn and torn by wild beasts, hanging on her body like a rag.

The neckline of the pullover was too big, and one shoulder was exposed when walking. The muddy shoulder strap hung loosely on the thin shoulder bones, exposing the graceful collarbone.

Seeing the strap slipping down, Thomas hesitated and quickly helped her lift it up.

Yang Yi's footsteps seemed to pause and he walked faster.

The morning mist is thick, the sun shines down from the canopy of the trees, and the dense forest is humid and sultry without a trace of cool breeze.

Two hours later, her breathing became heavier.

This was by no means the limit of her body, and she felt like she hadn't developed it enough. Just like, if a veteran and a novice operate an excavator, the effect will definitely be different.

"Let me come down!" Thomas' tone was stern, and he struggled a lot, "I'm serious."

Yang Yi had no choice but to stop and put him down.

"How far is it?"

Thomas looked at the sun in the sky again, "It's not far away...according to the direction, it should be close to where we came in yesterday."

He insisted on walking by himself, but after ten minutes, he was panting like a cow that had plowed hundreds of acres of land, and cold sweat continued to drip down his face.

"Mr. Thomas," Yang Yi said seriously, "if this continues, we won't be able to leave the forest by noon. Moreover, your physical condition does not allow you to be so stubborn anymore. Should I carry you or carry you?" You go and you can choose one.”

Thomas's eyes went black and stars flashed randomly. He waved his hand randomly, but before he could answer, Yang Yi carried him on his back again.

There is nothing to say to a disobedient patient. As Miranda said, ignore his anger and meanness at this time and treat him in the best way.

After more than two hours, they finally walked out of the forest, a little away from the direction they came in, not far from the car Thomas drove.

When he came to the car, Thomas took out the keys from his trouser pocket and threw them to her, saying in a weak tone: "Can you drive?"

"No. I don't have a driver's license."

Before she became a civil servant, she had no money to buy a car and no time to take a driver's license test. After working as a civil servant, she was very busy. There was a driver when she came in and out, and she could fly. She never thought about getting a driver's license.

"In gear, brake on the left, accelerator on the right, just keep driving." He opened the passenger door and sat on it feebly. Even such a simple action was difficult for him.

Yang Yi only hesitated for a moment, recalling the way Liu Siyuan drove the car. Gradually, the car finally started to move.

She drove very slowly. At first, the car swayed left and right, stopped and stopped, and could not go straight. Later, it became stable.

She finally relaxed her arms and raised a smile on her lips. There was a bit of complacency in her smile, as if to say, "It's quite simple."

Thomas leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes half-opened. Seeing this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but it quickly disappeared.