Bend yourself and the great God HE

Qiao Yun stuttered when he spoke, he was too afraid of snakes.

Mo Ran frowned, and then saw the snake lying in the middle of the road.

"Don't move, don't move."

He stretched out his hand to ask Qiao Yun, trying to comfort him, then picked up a stone, and slowly moved forward a few steps.

With a glint in his eyes, he threw it precisely at the snake.

Unexpectedly, the frightened snake rushed towards Qiao Yun, and Mo Ran quickly rushed over, grabbed the snake, and flung it to the nearby grass.

"Come on."

He quickly pulled Qiao Yun over, dragged him and ran down the mountain.

Qiao Yun didn't stand still, and Mo Ran rolled directly down the hill more than ten meters away, hitting a branch.

"Qiao Yun—" Mo Ran staggered to his feet, jumped to Qiao Yun's side, touched the side of Qiao Yun's face, "Fuck, why is it so hot?"

In desperation, Mo Ran burst into foul language.

"Swearing?" Qiao Yun struggled to sit up, and refused to give in. "The master who is favored by all the professors in the school can also swear?"

Mo Ran's face was tightened, and he didn't care about swearing or not.

Without answering Qiao Yun, he took out an alcohol swab from his backpack and began to wipe Qiao Yun's forehead.

However, Qiao Yun pushed him away: "I'm fine, I don't need the great god to serve me." His tone was almost angry.

"Qiao Yun." Mo Ran pressed his wrist to prevent him from moving, "I didn't mean that that day, you misunderstood me."

"I don't care what you mean. If I say no, I don't need it." Qiao Yun twisted his wrist, but was held tightly by Mo Ran, unable to move at all, let alone break free from Mo Ran's grasp.

Mo Ran frowned and said, "Don't struggle, listen to me, I was wrong that day, I had a problem, I lost my mind and pushed you against the wall, and I even had a cold war with you afterwards."

As he spoke, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, Mo Ran paused and continued: "These days you have been punished and scolded, and I have regretted it, so don't get angry, okay?"

At this moment, Mo Ran let go of all her pride and aloofness, and she is no longer that big god who has done something wrong, but like a big boy who has done something wrong and begged for forgiveness.

Even his tone of voice was so low that Qiao Yun was startled.

"You, why do you have to apologize to me." Qiao Yun looked at each other differently, "Isn't it okay to live like this? You still catch up and ask for scolding."

Mo Ran let go of him, and raised his hand to touch his forehead: "If I don't come, what should you do if you die here?"

"Damn it." Qiao Yun cursed, and used his loose hand to push Mo Ran, "If you die, you die, it's none of your business, don't worry about it."

"You really don't want me to care?"

"No!"

Mo Ran's eyes twitched on Monday, "I've apologized and expressed my intentions, if you insist on leaving me alone, there's nothing you can do—"

After speaking, he wrapped his arms around Qiao Yun's neck, firmly fixed him in the socket of his neck, and wiped his forehead, cheeks, and behind his ears with alcohol in his right hand.

As Qiao Yun struggled to break free, Mo Ran tightened his grip.

Without strength, he couldn't break free, so he just twisted his face and stared at Mo Ran.

Suddenly, he found that Mo Ran's eyes were different from before.It used to be bright and colorful, but now, there is a soft light.

Looking closely, the black, deep eyes were as clear as a pool of lake water, with shallow ripples.

And in the water, it's me.

Seeing God, Qiao Yun suddenly coughed.

He was ashamed of his thoughts, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the burning on his face was fever or estrus.

Mo Ran put down the cotton swab and patted him on the back, then unscrewed the water and handed it to him: "Look, what will you do if I don't come with you?"

"..." Qiao Yun couldn't answer.

When he lowered his head, he saw a tooth mark on Mo Ran's right arm.

"You were bitten by a snake." Pretending to be lukewarm, Qiao Yun couldn't help raising his arm.

Mo Ran said: "It's okay, I'll take care of it in a while, but you, when you had a fever, you just tried to be brave with me."

"I'm angry at you, burning with anger." Qiao Yun gave him a hard look, then bent his head and sucked at the teeth marks.

Take a breath and spit it out.

Mo Ran suppressed a smile: "You are still being nice to me, are you worried about me?"

Qiao Yun felt that it was almost done. He spat out a mouthful, raised his chin, and said fiercely: "You have watched TV without common sense. If you are bitten by a snake, you must deal with it immediately, otherwise you will be poisoned and die. I don't have the strength to collect your body."

Then he started undressing again.

Mo Ran couldn't help it, and burst out laughing: "Why are you taking off your clothes?"

Qiao Yun took off his T-shirt, tore off a strip of cloth, and said coldly, "I'll bandage it for you."

Afterwards, a bow was tied on Moran's right arm.

Looking at the crooked bow, Mo Ran grinned until his chest trembled: "Student Qiao, this is a cauliflower snake, non-poisonous."

"..." Qiao Yun choked up suddenly.

He punched Mo Ran: "It's not poisonous. If you didn't tell me earlier, my clothes would be torn. Would you pay me?"

"Compensation." Mo Ran said while taking off his T-shirt, "Compensation is now."

Qiao Yun was shocked and stopped him: "Fuck you, you undress me in the barren mountains and wild mountains, you pervert."

He withdrew his eyes grinningly, and his eyes fell on Mo Ran's newly raised abdominal muscles.

Wrongly looking away again, "I wear it myself, I'll just wear a coat."

"Then you wear my coat again, you can't catch a cold if you have a fever."

"Who cares, no need!"

"obedient."

"do not want!"

Pulling and pulling, the clothes wrapped around Qiao Yun like glue.

After two hours, Qiao Yun felt that his dizziness was getting worse and worse, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

He grabbed Mo Ran: "Let's rest for a while, we're tired."

Looking at Qiao Yun's exhausted appearance, he knew that he had exhausted his exercise today.

"Okay." Mo Ran found a rock, helped Qiao Yun sit down, took out mineral water and handed it to him, "How do you feel?"

Qiao Yun drank water and shook his head: "It's okay, just take a rest."

Mo Ran took out two pieces of bread from the bag, tore them open and fed them to his mouth: "Eat something to replenish your strength. It will take about four to 10 minutes for us to reach the camp. Hold on."

Qiao Yun doesn't like bread, so he shook his head: "I have potato chips in my bag, but I've run out of Coke."

Mo Ran didn't know what to say for a while, he was already in his twenties, like a child, he couldn't do training without junk food.

"Eat this, when we get to the camp, I'll roast chicken legs for you, huh?"

In fact, Qiao Yun was very hungry, and he just wanted to show off to Mo Ran. If he didn't eat all the time, he probably wouldn't be able to make it to the camp.

There was bread a few centimeters from his lips, but he didn't eat it, so he raised his eyelids and stared at Mo Ran.

Just stared like that and didn't speak.

Mo Ran smiled, and put the bread on his mouth: "Eat, ancestor, please, huh?"

Qiao Yun just opened his mouth to bite the bread.

When leaving, Mo Ran handed him the bag, "Help me get it."

Qiao Yun looked at him like he was watching a ghost: "You want me, a sick number, to help you get the bag?"

"I don't want to." Mo Ran rubbed the top of his head, "Take it, your backpack, I'll carry you."

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Yun was pulled onto his back by a force of gravity.

He was stunned.

Mo Ran's physical strength is not average, after walking for so long, can he still carry people? ?