Bunny

When Wen Zhuo woke up, his mouth was extremely dry.

His head was a little dizzy, his hands and feet were very sore when he moved, his wrists and ankles were worn out, and he felt pain everywhere. Wen Zhuo arched twice in the warm sleeping bag, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He moved his hands and feet under the quilt, and finally stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch himself, and touched his bare skin as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Wen Zhuo's little head exploded with a "boom".

Where are my clothes!

He looked around subconsciously, and found that the surroundings were dark, but he smelled the familiar smell of wood, and he was in the cabin now.

Wen Zhuo moved his body subconsciously, and called out in the dark in a low voice: "Seal the deed?"

He remembered that it was Feng Qi who saved him at the bottom of the lake.

But there was no response from all around, Wen Zhuo guessed that the seal was outside, he got up bravely, and found his spare clothes on his right hand.

He had two sets of clothes with him except the coat. Wen Zhuo groped to put the clothes on in the dark, and felt around for shoes, but he didn't find the shoes, instead he felt a big cold hand in the dark .

Wen Zhuo was taken aback, and only after he yelled "Ah" did he realize that it might be Feng Qi's hand. He touched it subconsciously, and the more he touched it, the colder it became.

What he touched was some stiff, wet clothes. Wen Zhuo was frightened, and hurriedly searched around, and finally found a candle in the corner, and then he sealed the bag and threw it in the corner. Wen Zhuo found the lighter inside, lit the candle, and the flames sprang up, Wen Zhuo finally saw clearly the status of the seal.

Feng Qi was sitting next to his sleeping bag, with one leg curled up and the other stretched out, his eyes closed tightly, the back of his head leaning against the wall, his angular jaw line raised high, he wondered if it was the candle Under the reflection of the fire, Feng Qi blushed a little strangely.

Wen Zhuo's heartstrings tightened, and he stretched out his hand slightly to touch Feng Qi's face, and was instantly scalded by the temperature.

Feng Qi has a high fever!

Wen Zhuo hurriedly put the candle on the ground, trying to wake up Feng Qi, but he tried his best to pat Feng Qi several times, and found that Feng Qi couldn't open his eyes at all, as if he had passed out and fell asleep, and Feng Qi was now It's still wet!

Smelling the scorching gas, he stomped his feet. In this cold weather, wearing wet clothes and sitting directly on the floor of the wooden house, and just fell asleep, anyone would have a fever, okay?

After thinking about it, he felt that Feng Qi couldn't continue to participate in the competition now, so he might as well just quit. He wanted to press the bracelet of Feng Qi, but the bracelet of Feng Qi seemed to be soaked in the bottom of the lake, so he pressed it twice There was no response, and there was no beep, Wen Zhuo angrily threw the bracelet on the ground, and then stared at the feverish seal.

Seeing that the seals were burned and the personnel disappeared, Wen Zhuo gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, ready to go out to find the instructor for rescue, but when he opened the door, he was shivered by the cold wind in front of him.

It was already late at night outside the house, Wen Zhuo could see it was completely dark at a glance, he didn't recognize anywhere, the night in the mountains made it impossible to see the road, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow.

When is it still snowing!

The house leaked again and it rained all night. Wen Zhuo, a little road idiot, might not come back if he went out. Seeing that the seal was burning more and more, Wen Zhuo gritted his teeth and began to take off the seal's clothes.

There is no way to seek help from the outside world, so we have to solve it internally.

Feng Qi's clothes were so cold that he was shocked when he heard it, he didn't dare to think how long Feng Qi had been in a coma like this, if he didn't wake up tonight, would Feng Qi have to sit like this all night?

Feng Qi's clothes were heavy after being exposed to water, Wen Zhuo struggled to remove his upper body, then began to untie his belt belt, took off his trousers and socks after some effort, finally thought about it, but also stiffened Scalp took off the seal underwear.

However, the embarrassing picture in the imagination did not appear, because the seal was burned like a dead pig, Wen Zhuo desperately stuffed the dead pig into the sleeping bag, the seal was nearly [-] pounds, and Wen Zhuo was tired With sore hands, he dragged and tugged, and finally stuffed him into the warm sleeping bag.

The next thing is much simpler, Wen Zhuo doesn't need to go to the supply box to find the medicine, because he didn't put away the medicine after feeding him the medicine before Feng Qi, Wen Zhuo stretched out his hand and took the medicine in his hand , take the rest of the mineral water and prepare to feed Feng Qi medicine.

But Feng Qi's lips were tightly closed, no matter how Wen Zhuo tried to pour water into it, the water would flow down Feng Qi's face.

Seeing that the last bottle of mineral water was about to bottom out, Wen Zhuo was also in a hurry. He held the water bottle, thinking that it was all for saving people. Before he sealed the contract to save him, he also kissed him under the lake, giving He's out of breath.

Wen Zhuo thought, shook his head, deliberately ignored the strange heat on his face, lowered his head and took a mouthful of water.

He put the medicine in his mouth again, forcefully opened Feng Qi's mouth with both hands, and lowered his head to cross the water while Feng Qi's mouth was closed. He heard Feng Qi's throat "grunt", and Wen Zhuo put it down. Heartbroken, I want to get up, and go to see if there is anything to eat to fill my stomach.

But just as he was about to stand up, Feng Qi grabbed his waist with a hand.

Wen Zhuo's movement of getting up just now was firmly pressed back, and he was hugged tightly by the seal through a layer of sleeping bags.

The fiery lips and tongue forced Wen Zhuo to panic, and when he was kissed, Wen Zhuo's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his breathing couldn't find a rhythm, and his mind was at a loss for a moment.

Feng Qi's eyes are still closed, this man is still unconscious, but the strength is very heavy.

Wen Zhuo almost laughed angrily.

Just now I tried my best to stuff your old man into a sleeping bag and you couldn't fucking move. Now I kiss you and you come back to life?

Your physical reaction is too arbitrary!

Wen Zhuo struggled twice, but the more he struggled, the tighter he hugged him. Seeing that he couldn't open it, Wen Zhuo gave up struggling.

Forget it, let's hug, anyway, it's separated by a sleeping bag.

But who would have thought that Wen Zhuo just thought of this, and Feng Qi suddenly started dragging Wen Zhuo into the sleeping bag, even dragging with great force, but he couldn't get in.

After all, this is not a bed that can be lifted, but a sleeping bag sealed with a zipper.

Wen Zhuo looked at Feng Qi's tightly closed eyes with a complicated expression, and began to wonder if Feng Qi was cheating on him.

If your old man moved just now, I wouldn't doubt you so much now.

The warmth in the sleeping bag, which was originally burned by the smell, was stuffed into a cold seal, and the temperature seemed to drop a lot. Wen Zhuo and seal were close to each other with a layer of sleeping bags. Zhuo stretched out his hand to touch it, and it felt cold everywhere on Feng Qi's body.

As soon as he felt the coolness that almost penetrated into his bones, he couldn't help but think of the scene when Feng Qi jumped into the lake to save him, how cold the water is in winter, so cold that Wen Zhuo's heart is trembling now.

Wen Zhuo's heart softened for a moment, he sighed, and got into the sleeping bag by himself.

As soon as he got into the sleeping bag, he was hugged by Feng Qi's whole body. When he was unconsciously hugged tightly by Feng Qi, Wen Zhuo realized that when he and Feng Qi slept in the same sleeping bag before, Feng Qi was very important to him. How polite.

Feng Qi hugging people is not just a matter of hugging the shoulders, he wants to lock the other person's whole body, even in the arms, he turns Wen Zhuo's whole body onto himself, making Wen Zhuo lie on his back On him, his hands were on Wen Zhuo's waist, and the two of them stepped up and down, waist to waist and leg to leg, to hold Wen Zhuo's soft mass in his arms, that's all.

The seal felt comfortable. Wen Zhuo was hugged for a long time and couldn't move. He couldn't quarrel with a comatose person who was acting on animal instinct. Face, so I had to use other people's chest muscles as a pillow.

Although the posture was not good, it was probably because he was tired just now, and Wen Zhuo was also physically weak, so he lay on his chest in this awkward posture and slowly fell asleep.

When Feng Qi woke up again, the candle lit by Wen Zhuo and placed in the corner was almost burnt out, only a little light as big as a soybean was shining, which was able to illuminate the cabin.

Most of the space in the wooden house was occupied by a sleeping bag, backpacks and supplies were piled up in other corners, and there was a puddle of water near the door, which was left when he sat against the wall ,and--

Feng Qi moved his head that was still burning, and looked down at the lump lying on his chest.

The sleeping bag was wrapped around Wen Zhuo's ears, covering Wen Zhuo's entire body, revealing a small face.

When Wen Zhuo slept, he always slept very deeply. He didn't realize that his human flesh cushion had woken up. His small face was pressed against Feng Qi's chest. Feng Qi could feel the little breath sprayed on his chest. A slight burning sensation.

Feng Qi's breathing became heavier for an instant.

His memory still stays at the time when he was awake and sitting against the wall next to the sleeping bag. He was a little tired and wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, but he couldn't wake up when he closed his eyes. Wait until he wakes up again. By then, he had already rolled into the sleeping bag with Wen Zhuo.

Feng Qi moved his body slightly, his skin rubbed against Wen Zhuo's clothes, he sighed with some regret.

Well, Wen Zhuo still has clothes on his body, so it can be seen that Wen Zhuo was indeed the one who moved him in, but unfortunately he has no memory of it.

However, the clothes on his body were also taken off by Wen Zhuo?

Feng Qi only felt a burst of hunger and thirst in his throat, he licked the corner of his mouth slightly, a little unable to hold back, one hand slid down Wen Zhuo's head, and slid onto Wen Zhuo's waist to rub gently.

Wen Zhuo woke up soon.

Although he slept heavily, anyone would wake up if he was rubbed like this. He was still a little confused when he woke up, probably because he felt that the "bed" was hard, and twisted from side to side uncomfortably, then raised his head and looked at Sealed the face of the seal.

Seeing Feng Qi's sleeping face, Wen Zhuo woke up suddenly.

He is not at home now, but on a hill, huddled in a sleeping bag with Feng Qi.

Wen Zhuo hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch Feng Qi's head, the place where he touched was warm, Feng Qi's physical fitness was obviously good, and he was already more than half healed after a night's sleep.

Wen Zhuo was relieved, just thinking about it, he saw Feng Qi moved his lips slightly in discomfort, Wen Zhuo moved closer, and heard Feng Qi say "water".

Appears to be thirsty.

Wen Zhuo picked up the last half bottle of water, poured it skillfully into his mouth, then opened Feng Qi's mouth, and lowered his head to get in.

Feng Qi's body froze.

The fingers placed by his side were slightly clenched into fists, Feng Qi gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to kiss the burning lips, and continued to lie in the sleeping bag and pretend to be sick.

Wen Zhuo really fed two more mouthfuls.

In the end, a small bottle of water was poured into Feng Qi's stomach, but Feng Qi still had no intention of waking up.

Wen Zhuo crawled out of his sleeping bag, walked to the door of the cabin, and opened the latch to look outside. The snow outside had stopped, but there was a lot of snow on the ground, and there was a strong wind blowing.

Wen Zhuo licked his dry lips, bravely took out a small pot and firewood from the corner of the wooden house, and found a leeward place to start a fire, which was difficult, but he had to start a fire.

Because Feng Qi didn't bring a change of clothes, he had to find a way to dry Feng Qi's clothes, and there was water, they had no water, but he and Feng Qi needed water very much now, so he could only get snow water on the spot drink.

He first cleared out an open space, and then awkwardly lit a fire. Fortunately, Feng Qi had prepared a lot of dry firewood, and he was not worried about not being able to burn the water.

Wen Zhuo set up the sealed wet clothes with wood again, put them on the fire and heated up the fire a bit, then ran back to the cabin, looking for something to eat.

But he only found a pack of jerky, not bread or water.

Wen Zhuo thought for a while, and prepared to continue melting the snow to get water, and then boil the dried meat into broth. When he left the cabin, he took a special look at the seal, which was still sleeping.

Wen Zhuo reached out and touched Feng Qi's head, and then helped Feng Qi tightly press the edges of the sleeping bag, ensuring that no strands of cold air would get into Feng Qi's bed, then he got up and closed the cabin carefully Behind the door, clumsily went to cook the broth.

When Wen Zhuo was cooking the broth, he suddenly remembered the first time he drank the broth.

At that time, when he woke up from a pile of clothes, he saw Feng Qi sitting opposite the fire, quietly roasting a chicken.

At that time, the broth was warm. Although it was kept on the fire, it was not boiling hot. Wen Zhuo didn't notice it at first, but when he cooked the broth himself, he frequently looked at the seals in the wooden house. He noticed it when he woke up or not.

The only reason why he could drink broth as soon as he woke up was because Feng Qi cooled the hot broth again.

It means that before he woke up, Feng Qi heated up the broth again and again, let it cool down again, heated it up again, and let it cool down again, until Wen Zhuo woke up and drank all the broth.

In the early morning in the forest, Wen Zhuo squatted beside the fire, warming the fire, listening to the crackling of firewood and the gurgling of the small pot, gently touching his hot cheeks.

It must have been roasted by fire, Wen Zhuo thought a little bit, but there was a faint voice in his heart saying: No, no.

Some things are like a small nimble tail, which is hidden so deep that people can't detect it on weekdays. It seems that only in the quiet morning or in the quietness of the night, will it come out quietly to make it dull. The owner noticed it belatedly.

Just like now, Wen Zhuo is squatting in front of the small pot, but he doesn't know where his mind is going. From time to time, he always has to glance at the wooden house, pinch his ears, and occasionally pull up his collar suddenly when he thinks of something , covered half of his face, and secretly touched his lips under the clothes.

When Wen Zhuo went to see Feng Qi for the fourth time, Feng Qi still didn't wake up and looked very uncomfortable.

Wen Zhuo was at a loss, squatted beside Feng Qi and looked at it for a while, and then heard Feng Qi's stomach growling.

Wen Zhuo touched Feng Qi's stomach through the sleeping bag in a daze - when a person has a fever and a cold, does his stomach still growl?

Seeing Feng Qi's expression getting more and more uncomfortable, Wen Zhuo thought for a while, ran outside and brought in the small pot, put it next to the sleeping bag, then scooped out a little bit with a spoon, blew it gently, and waited for the temperature to be right. Yes, he called Feng Qi again.

Feng Qi still frowned, and he didn't seem to wake up at all.

Although he had kissed many times just now, Wen Zhuo still blushed a little now. After dawdling for a while, he took a sip of the broth, and then pinched Feng Qi's chin and sent it in.

Maybe it’s because of the proficiency in doing it. Opening Feng Qi’s mouth is far less difficult than the first time, and sometimes Feng Qi will open his mouth very cooperatively. Wen Zhuo suspected that Feng Qi woke up a few times, but Feng Qi always looked uncomfortable with his eyes closed, so Wen Zhuo didn't think much about it.

Obviously still not awake.

A pot of broth was quickly fed to Feng Qi by Wen Zhuo. Just as Wen Zhuo put down the spoon, he was about to go outside to get back the clothes he baked for Feng Qi, but suddenly heard a roar outside.

"Come out!" Someone kicked the door of the wooden house with a "bang": "People inside, get out!"