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"Change your clothes to dry, or you'll catch a cold." Han Muyun set the fire, turned his face towards Zhuo Nianfeng, who was sitting under the pine tree, and said.

"It's been done for a long time." Zhuo Yanfeng sat down and didn't want to stand up. Although he was wearing his underwear and fell into the water, his wet clothes weren't as uncomfortable as they were in the beginning.

"If I tell you to switch, then switch. If you catch a cold, then I'll help you send out the signal detonator. I'll have you withdraw from the competition." Han Muyun took off his jacket and threw it to Zhuo Yanfeng as he spoke.

"My body is very healthy …" "Achoo!" Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind blew past him, causing Zhuo Yanfeng to sneeze.

He didn't feel anything when he walked, but when he sat down, the temperature in the mountain was too low. It was truly a bit cold.

"Go and change your clothes." Han Muyun said as he fiddled with the fire.

"Change your clothes? What are you daydreaming about?" Han Muyun turned his head and saw Zhuo Yanfeng holding his clothes tightly and didn't move for a long time, so he asked again.

"I... "That …" The clouds completely covered the moon, and Zhuo Nianfeng looked around him in the darkness.

The crickets and unknown insects chirped, feeling that there was a giant beast lurking in the darkness.

No wonder some girls, upon seeing this continuous mountain, immediately gave up.

Moreover, he had seen many signal bombs being fired into the air along the way.

"You shouldn't be... "Afraid?" A trace of a smile appeared on Han Muyun's cold face. That faint smile broke the chill in his eyes, causing a trace of gentleness that caused one's heart to palpitate.

It seemed that the domineering but cute Han Muyun from before had returned.

"Don't look down on me, how can I be afraid …" I'm an atheist... I can bake the fire. " Having his thoughts exposed, Zhuo Xinfeng quickly covered up his backpack and took out his sleeping bag.

Han Muyun knew that she had always been afraid of the dark and the ghosts.

"Han Sifeng, who's that behind you?" When Han Muyun saw Zhuo Yanfeng's sleeping bag, his cold voice revealed a trace of a smile.

"Wow!" Zhuo Yanfeng's legs were weak as he knelt on the ground, not daring to look back.

"Actually, I'm not Han Muyun …" Han Muyun said with a strange tone, enunciating every word.

"Wuu …" Do you want to die! " Zhuo Yanfeng hugged his sleeping bag and hastily jumped backwards.

"Be careful, you will knock it down." Han Muyun quickly stood up as he warned.

As expected, his back bumped into something. The pain almost made Zhuo Yanfeng lose his mind, but he just couldn't faint.

"Xiao Yun!" Zhuo Yanfeng let out a shrill cry and rushed in front of him, tightly hugging him, "Ghost!"

Not only was she afraid of the dark, she was also afraid of ghosts!

If she had known earlier, she would have stayed with the large group. With a coward like Zheng Xuan helping her bottom out, she wouldn't have appeared to be in such a sorry state.

"It's still the same whether I'm afraid of ghosts or fear the dark." Han Muyun's low and hoarse voice sounded from above, but Ye Zichen didn't know if it was mockery or something else.

There was a hint of gentleness in his tone.

I really like her weak side, just like … He went back in the past and became that stupid sister who would only be bullied by him.

The mountain breeze blew. Zhuo Yanfeng's heart was still pounding, but when he heard his words, he immediately understood that he had been tricked. Where did he run into a ghost just now? It was clearly a pine tree …

Zhuo Yanfeng shyly pushed him away before clenching his fists and said angrily, "Han Muyun, if I have a heart attack, you'll be scared to death!"

"With me here, how could you die?" Han Muyun felt proud of himself, but he spoke boldly and confidently.

"But …" Hearing the sound of the wind passing through the forest, Zhuo Yanfeng's heart raced again.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. I won't scare you anymore." Han Muyun's handsome face looked unreal under the light of the fire, as if he was shrouded in a layer of gentleness.

"No, I'm going to sleep." Zhuo Yanfeng seemed to rush back to squeeze a sleeping bag with Zheng Xuan!

The night in the mountains was too scary. It was safer to get into the sleeping bag.

"Then you should at least apply the medicine, right?" Han Muyun said as he shook the ointment in her bag.

"How can you rummage through my backpack?" Zhuo Yanfeng extended his hand to grab the ointment in his hand, but he only shook it lightly and caught nothing.

"There are a lot of wounds on the back." Han Muyun's eyes flickered with flames as he softly said this.

"Isn't it all because of you …" Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt that something was amiss. Why did he know that his back was covered in wounds?

"Han Muyun, how long did you peek at me taking a bath for?" Zhuo Yanfeng's brain rumbled as he loudly questioned.

"I just happened to see you dressed." Han Muyun had an innocent expression. "Anyway, its body is still the same, so there's nothing to look at …"

"Nothing worth watching?!"

Zhuo Nianfeng hated him the most for acting good this way. She was a little mad at him and wanted to punch him.

"Alright, hurry up and change your clothes. I'll apply the medicine for you." Han Muyun no longer argued with her. He turned away with a faint smile, his eyes full of affection.

"I won't turn my head. You can change here. Don't be afraid." Han Muyun added.

"I'm not afraid …" Zhuo Yanfeng muttered softly. With a calm heart, he quickly took off his shirt and wrapped it around his shirt.

"Are you done?" When Han Muyun heard the sound of clothes being taken off, he tried his best not to turn around, but a strange electricity flashed in his heart.

It had been a long time since he had been alone with her.

Then, her mind was filled with the scene of her changing clothes, and she couldn't get rid of it …

"Not good." Zhuo Nianfeng hung his clothes on a branch, opened his sleeping bag, and prepared to drill inside.

"What are you doing?" Just as Zhuo Yanfeng was trying his best to get into the sleeping bag, Han Muyun turned around and asked with raised eyebrows.

"Sleep." Zhuo Yanfeng covered his chest and crisply replied.

"You haven't drugged it yet." Han Muyun took the ointment and squatted down next to her.

"I'll do it myself." Zhuo Yanfeng said as he sat in his sleeping bag.

"I'll help you."

Han Muyun's face was dancing with fire, unexpectedly gentle.

His upper body, which was wrapped in a tight back, did not have the slightest excess flesh. Everywhere was filled with youthful strength.

The moon quietly revealed half of its head. The gentle moonlight shone on his face, mixing with the radiance of the flames. It made him look unbelievably handsome.

Really … Under the moonlight, the more one looked at a beauty, the more beautiful it was.

Zhuo Yanfeng has not been here for too long... Looking at his face like that, for a moment, he was stunned.

"It's hard to apply medicine on your back, right?" Han Muyun pushed his hand over with a smile.

"No …" "Ouch …" Zhuo Nianfeng finally regained his composure and before he could finish, he was pushed down with a palm.

Why did she think that he had a gentle and well-built body?

Han Muyun was clearly the most violent person in the world.

"Han Muyun, I don't need your help!" Being pressed down by one of his hands, Zhuo Yanfeng felt his shirt being pushed up to his waist and immediately asked in panic.

"There's no need to be so polite. We're part of a team after all. Can you show us some spirit and cooperate with our teammates?" Han Muyun's tone was light, but it carried a trace of pampered mockery.

Although the light wasn't good, one could still see that her pure white skin was blue and purple.

It caused his heart to ache.

Zhuo Yanfeng felt something cold touch his waist.

"I don't want to... Han Muyun... It was a molestation! "

Han Muyun's hand slid across her waist with a strange feeling. Zhuo Nianfeng shivered and finally shouted loudly.

"Shout louder, you've attracted the wolves, I don't care about you!" Han Muyun seemed to be speaking nonchalantly, but it was actually a despicable threat. "Even if the wolves didn't come, what dirty things were called …"

"Wu, I'm not calling …" Zhuo Yanfeng bit his lower lip and said softly, "But …" "You're massaging me so hard that it hurts."

"If I don't use more strength, how can the medicinal effects seep in?" Han Muyun said in a low voice, but the strength in his hands was much lighter. "Was this the result of that collision?"

"Yes." Zhuo Yanfeng was so frightened by him that he obediently laid on the ground and nodded his head in grievance.

"It's been a few days and it's still a little swollen." Han Muyun mumbled to himself, "What kind of medicine did Ouyang Yu give you?" This guy really does make people worry. "

"Ouyang Yu?" Hearing Han Muyun's tone, it seemed that their relationship wasn't that stiff. Zhuo Nianfeng couldn't help but turn his head and ask, "Did the Ouyang Family make any movements?"

Han Muyun's hand sank down, causing Zhuo Nianfeng to cry in pain again as he fell to the ground.

"Who told you that?" Han Muyun's low voice sounded.

When he thought of Liu Zihui, Zhuo Nianfeng fell silent for a few seconds, then turned around and asked, "Tell me first, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense like that." Han Muyun started to rub his hands again, and said lightly.

If others were to find out and expose all of this, things would become troublesome.

"If there is any movement... Will you stand on Ouyang Yu's side? " Zhuo Yanfeng continued to ask as if he did not hear anything.

Who was she talking to?

She could only quietly ask Han Muyun.

He only wanted to know Han Muyun's thoughts.

"Do you care about him?" Han Muyun's voice was very heavy, like a stone pressing down on Zhuo Yanfeng's body.

"I owe him a favor, so I don't want anything to happen to him." Zhuo Yanfeng looked at the moon for a while before muttering like he was in a dream.

"No one will be okay," Han Muyun finally said after a long time as the mountain breeze blew, "You don't have to worry."

"Well, really?"

"Of course."

"..." But where do you put your hands? " Zhuo Yanfeng gently rubbed his body in discomfort, and asked sleepily.

"It's bruised there too." Han Muyun hesitated for a moment, then started to rub his hand as if nothing had happened.

He was kneading a soft, elastic place.

This caused his mind to be in a state of turmoil, and he was on the verge of spitting out a nosebleed.

"But …" You're touching my ass. " After staring blankly for a while, Zhuo Yanfeng continued to speak.

"Tsk, do you still have a butt?" Han Muyun tried his best to divert her attention, and pointed at the white underwear hanging on the pine tree. "Moreover, some idiot even hung it on a tree. I really don't know how he grew a brain."

"Then... Isn't that wet? "

The underwear was thick, so of course it had to be dried.

"You don't need to hang it so high. The pine trees will be embarrassed and make it look like an inn sign!" Han Muyun continued to talk about underwear, while taking advantage of her.