Chapter 380

Qiao Ansheng waved his hand and reluctantly pulled a smile: "it doesn't hurt. I just moved too violently. I'm more excited to see you!"

She just woke up, one side of her face was pressed with some red marks, and her throat was a little confused waxy sound, clear and sweet, like the wind in March.

Qin Yanchen was still cold. He was afraid that it would be so cold that Qiao Ansheng didn't dare to go forward. He just grabbed her cold hand and rubbed it hard.

However, Qiao Ansheng ignored it and would stick it on him: "where have you been?"

Qin Yanchen stopped her trouble. When he felt that the cold on his body had faded a little, he went over and picked up the man from bed and put him in his arms.

It was cold in the room. Qiao Ansheng's hands and feet were frozen. Qin Yanchen held her feet in the palm of his hand and put them into his coat. He took her hand and rubbed it carefully.

"I'll find something outside and see if there's a signal."

His palm was very hot. Qiao Ansheng's cold hands warmed up in a moment, and his feet were held in his arms by the man. She clearly felt the man's solid and hot abdomen.

There's no reason. Qiao Ansheng wants to pull out his feet. It's too ashamed.

Qin Yanchen did not allow it, but pressed her foot with one hand and stopped her intention to move.

Qiao Ansheng struggled fruitlessly and gave up. He leaned obediently in his arms, blinked and asked, "is there a signal?"

"No..."

Qiao Ansheng looked slightly lost. The little spark in his eyes snapped and was extinguished by these two words.

I'm afraid it won't rain again. If it continues to rain, they don't know how long they will be trapped here

Her head hung down, wilting like frost eggplant.

"Don't worry, if I don't show up, someone will find out soon..."

Qin Yanchen patted her little head and comforted her.

Qiao Ansheng pursed his lips slightly and didn't speak.

That being said, when will Chi Yang find out that Qin Yanchen is gone?

This is another unknown puzzle.

Qin Yanchen doesn't have as much worry as Qiao Ansheng. On the contrary, he doesn't want them to be rescued soon.

Because in this small wooden house, Qiao Ansheng relies on him wholeheartedly and depends on him to take care of him.

This gave him an unspeakable sense of satisfaction.

She rubbed her hands and feet warm and wrapped them in a quilt. Qin Yanchen got up and went to the side to make a fire.

There were still some embers in the fire that had not been burned out last night, glowing red. Qin Yanchen turned all the embers inside to the top floor with a slender wooden stick.

Then he grabbed a bunch of dry weeds, covered them, took out the lighter, lit it with a click, and the flame was burning for a while

Qiao Ansheng didn't make a fire. She widened her eyes and saw that there was only a few flames. It was like a prairie fire.

The red fire reflected Qin Yanchen's side face, calm and quiet.

Qiao Ansheng sat on the bed and watched him do these rough things with his cuffs.

Qin Yanchen's temperament is too cold. Even though he is holding his cuffs to do such vulgar things as making a fire, he is not in a hurry and can still make a fire to cook properly.

"You're great! What else would you not? "

Qiao Ansheng sat on the bed in awe, his eyes bent with laughter, boasted about the man without stinginess, and smiled at Qin Yanchen with innocence.

Qin Yanchen holds the wood and is adding firewood to the fire. Hearing this very sincere praise, he raises his eyes and sees Qiao Ansheng's naive smile.

Exposed a mouthful of milk white small glutinous rice teeth.

His deep eyes were reflected by the fire, but he was still silent and dark. There was an unknown fire in his body, but the man pressed it down.

After casually adding some firewood to the fire, he turned and walked to the bed, took Qiao Ansheng to the fire, put her hand by the fire and baked it.

He put his head between Qiao Ansheng's shoulders and sprayed his breath on her neck. Qiao Ansheng was itchy and pushed his head: "don't rub it. I didn't take a bath yesterday. It stinks to death."

The man was unmoved and was rejected by Qiao Ansheng. On the contrary, he made more progress: "no, Sheng Sheng is always fragrant."

She always has an aroma that seems to have nothing on her, like the smell of her commonly used shower gel, but with a little milk aroma.

Qin Yanchen was abroad. When he dreamt back at midnight, he missed the smell on her and ran crazy all over the commodity stores.

Just to find a shower gel of the same brand as her, but when he bought it and applied it to himself, he found that it was not the fragrance of Qiao Ansheng at all.

For a time he thought he might never smell that sweet smell again.

Later, God took care of him and finally sent people to him.

The white neck was as smooth and tender as milk. Just in front of him, Qin Yanchen opened his mouth and gently bit Qiao Ansheng's white and tender neck.

He didn't exert any force. He put his hand in front and clasped it with Qiao Ansheng's ten fingers.

Qiao Ansheng saw that he was still going his own way. He simply didn't care about him and let him play by himself. Anyway, the man didn't hurt her.

The warmth made Qiao Ansheng very comfortable. She leaned back against Qin Yanchen's arms, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her expression was lazy, like a lazy little milk cat.

"Sometimes, I think you are so powerful that you are my husband!"

Qiao Ansheng didn't know what he thought and said excitedly.

The man took care of himself and bit a fine tooth mark on her white neck. Then he let Qiao Ansheng go, picked up a piece of wood from the side and threw it into the fire.

"I'm not omnipotent..."

There are some things that even he can't do, such as Qiao Ansheng's departure at that time and his increasing love for Qiao Ansheng over the years.

It's all beyond his control.

His voice came out of his chest behind him. Qiao Ansheng was close to his chest and could clearly feel the vibration of his chest when he spoke.

She turned her head and her little face was full of incredulous surprise: "how is it possible? And what you won't? "

Qin Yanchen smiled. No matter how Qiao Ansheng pinched his face, he refused to answer his questions. A handsome face was rubbed by Qiao Ansheng.

When the fire started, the house became much warmer.

After a while, the pot on the fire began to bubble.