Chapter 812：

She is not stupid, "It is very good for laying on the ground to sleep."

"Yeah." He nodded. "It was cold and **** the floor last night, and there was a cushion tonight, softer."

However, in the middle of the night last night, I hugged her ‘deeply’ to keep warm. After the whole night, I was still sweating.

She was moved by his thoughtful ideas.

This man, no matter when and where, wants to make her live better.

Bai Qinghao planed the fire to the side to expose the warm ground. He spread the hay flatly on the ground to make a straw bed.

Originally wanted to put his shirt on the grass, so as not to smash people.

But his shirt used to be wrapped as a pocket for sea crabs. It was dirty and smelly, and it couldn't be cushioned without washing.

Fang Xinxin lay down on the dry mud ground covered with hay. The ground had been burned before. The soil was warm and steaming upward.

Although the hay was a bit piercing and itchy when she fell asleep, she still felt very comfortable compared to the situation where she was almost frozen to death last night.

The temperature difference between day and night on the desert island is huge. It can almost heat to death during the day, but it is bitterly cold at night.

It is estimated that the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is almost equal.

The fire was moved to a place about one meter away from the hay ‘bed’ and continued to burn.

Fang Xinxin has already overdrawn her physical strength these days, and she is very sleepy, "husband, go to sleep too. Don't forget to save the fire."

With a kind of fire, there is no need to drill wood to make a fire every time you make a fire.

She also wanted to ask if he would save the fire, and he responded, "Okay."

If he responds this way, he will. She fell asleep.

Bai Qinghao dug a groove of about 30 degrees in the mud under the burning fire. He knocked the charcoal-red burnt wood stems into pieces with wooden sticks and piled them into the mud. In the groove.

Cover a large pile of ‘burning carbon’ with a thin layer of ash. In this way, the fire is preserved.

In order to keep warm, keep the firewood and continue to burn the firewood.

After doing this, Bai Qinghao lay next to Fang Xinxin. Since his body injury had not fully recovered, he was very tired after setting up a shed for another day.

He also fell asleep deeply.

Tonight, the extremely tired two did nothing and slept extremely deep.

In the second half of the night, the fire went out unknowingly, and the two hugged each other so coldly.

With the remaining temperature of the fire, it is not so hard to bear the cold.

At five o'clock in the morning, Bai Qinghao opened his deep and sharp eyes.

Raised his left wrist and glanced at the time on the watch, five o'clock in the morning.

After sleeping for about seven hours, he always sleeps less. Such a long sleep is enough for him.

Looking at Fang Xinxin, who is still asleep in her arms, she has a beautiful sleep face. Although she has been tanned a lot, her skin is still tender...

He had a morning urge.

I really want her!

Unfortunately, he must now collect the dew.

Otherwise, without fresh water for a day, people will die of thirst.

He got up lightly, picked up the medicine box that had been emptied of water last night, found a humid place by the sea, and began to use a scalpel and watch to collect dew in the same way as before.

One catty of water a day is not enough.

Bai Qinghao picked up the three empty medicine bottles and went to the forest to collect the dew dripping from the plants.

The three bottles are very small. Two of the medicine bottles can hold 100 ml respectively, and the glass alcohol bottle can hold 300 ml. The total capacity can also hold 500 ml of water.