"You say one more word, and I promise to block up your mouth." He threatened grimly.
Du Mengmeng has taken enough advantage of her mouth, of course, he will accept it when he sees it well, and he will not say anything about it.
The two climbed silently again. After an unknown period of time, An Mingchen even found out two sealed pockets, one with compressed biscuit chips and the other with water, and handed them to Du Mengmeng.
Du Mengmeng was startled, "I am neither thirsty... nor hungry..."
……is fake.
"Shut your mouth if you are not thirsty. Don't babble in my ears." An Mingchen put away his two pockets again.
Du Mengmeng: "..."
This is it?
Will it work with a little sincerity!
"Don't stare at me, give it to you when you can't make it." An Mingchen seemed to guess what Du Mengmeng was talking about.
Du Mengmeng lowered his head and crawled with him silently, "I can hold on."
She has survived even worse conditions, how could this little thing make her unable to survive?
There was a period of silence after the two of them, and Du Mengmeng was finally uncontrollably tired after crawling.
She had only eaten a little in the morning and didn't sleep well last night. Now she "runs" continuously and is somewhat dehydrated.
She lay in the pipe, panting slightly, but said nothing.
An Mingchen knew that she was a little uncomfortable when she heard her breathing.
He took out the water bag, unscrewed the upper mouth, took a sip for himself, held it in his mouth, pulled Du Mengmeng's body, and gave her a little bit of water.
Du Mengmeng was not polite, accepting all the drops that did not fall.
It's just that the water has run out, but An Mingchen has no intention of getting up.
Du Mengmeng was convinced that he was just fainting from hunger, and he couldn't help, so she didn't push him, but reached out her hand and hooked his neck.
His lips and the tip of his tongue...well, it's delicious...
He used to think his tongue was poisonous, but she forgot that sometimes, the more poisonous things, the more delicious.
Without realizing it, the atmosphere in the pipeline quietly changed...
An Mingchen threw away the bag in his hand and hugged Du Mengmeng in his arms.
They are like dying fish, because their life is about to come to an end, so they are closely entangled together, just wanting to leave evidence that they have lived.
An Mingchen's hand stroked her shoulders, she touched his blood-soaked legs, and tears flowed down...
"Water is so precious, do you still use it to flow?" An Mingchen licked her tears.
"I just..." Du Mengmeng choked up, "Forget it,"
She buried her head on his shoulder and sobbed, "I don't want to find any tacky excuses for getting lost in the sand..."
An Mingchen held her waist and rubbed her chin on the back of her neck. "What are you going to do? Let's talk about it. The water here is so precious that we don't have any extra to waste."
Of course, this is a pun. Du Mengmeng is rarely amused by someone, but at this moment, he laughed.
"But if we die here, it would be better to waste it." She tilted her head to look at him, but her voice was more relaxed than ever.
An Mingchen raised her jaw with her fingers, "Huh? Are you tempting me?"
Du Mengmeng put his lips close to his ears, and whispered, "No... of course this is-seduce."
An Mingchen didn't answer her any more, he just touched the hidden chain on her bride's wedding dress and peeled it off for her in a familiar manner.
The complicated skirts of the lower part of her wedding dress have long been ripped off. Now it is only a short wrapped skirt, which is convenient here.