Mo Shuwan stared wide-eyed at her fingers. She had just reacted instinctively, but now that she had already grasped them, was she going to pull them back?

The two stared at each other, not looking at each other, but at their clasped hands. Actually, they had clasped hands like this before, but it was different then. Back then, it was because of the critical situation. How could it be compared to now?

Wen Zuo wanted to type, but he couldn't bear to let go, so he had to give up the idea. He couldn't help but feel annoyed that he had talked too much before, and now, at such a crucial moment, he couldn't speak.

grumble--

Mo Shuwan snapped out of her daze. Feeling a little embarrassed, she lowered her head and refused to look up at Wen Zuo. She said softly, "I think I like you a little too, but it surprises me that you're saying it now."

Looking at the shy Mo Shuwan, Wen Zuo also felt a little embarrassed. Since the girl had already expressed her feelings, he certainly couldn't remain silent any longer, so he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Wen Zuo: They all think we're a couple. I don't want them to keep misunderstanding like this, it's not good for you. That's why I felt I should tell you how I feel. If you don't like me, I'll explain it to them. If you happen to like me too, can we be together?

The first thought that popped into Mo Shuwan's mind the moment she received the message from Wen Zuo was...

He actually typed all those words in just one minute!

Realizing that her thoughts were a bit eccentric, Mo Shuwan coughed lightly, quickly putting aside these absurd ideas, and lowered her head to carefully read the message sent by Wen Zuo.

Ding-dong—

Wen Zuo quickly looked at his phone.

Mo Shuwan: Okay

As if electrocuted, Wen Zuo jerked his hand holding the phone to the side, then nervously pulled it back, clutching it to his chest like a precious treasure. He did everything but didn't turn to look at Mo Shuwan.

Chen Jiaxu, who noticed the strange behavior between the two, looked at Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo with surprise. One was looking in this direction and the other in that direction, as if they had been arguing. He quickly nudged Yang Zhou with his elbow.

This time he was quite clever; instead of speaking directly, he lowered his head and sent a message to Yang Zhou.

Chen Jiaxu: Did the captain and Wen Zuo have a fight?

Yang Zhou: Have you ever seen anyone stand this close after arguing?

Chen Jiaxu: That's not necessarily true. We're in a special situation right now. It's so cold right now, and we can't just stand around and freeze.

Yang Zhou: Anyway, it's not an argument.

For the next half hour, Chen Jiaxu and Yang Zhou discussed the topic of their argument.

Yes, Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, who had confessed their feelings for each other, didn't dare to look at each other much during the past half hour. Even though they were sitting next to each other, they never made eye contact.

Wen Zuo: The sand beneath me seems a bit cold.

Mo Shuwan coughed lightly, "It seems so." After saying that, she put down Hope, who was sleeping on her lap, picked up her fire-attribute longsword and stood up.

Wen Zuo quickly stood up, stopped Mo Shuwan, took the fire-attribute longsword from her hand, and vigorously swung it around. The cold and hot sand mixed together and hit their faces. If it were any other time, Mo Shuwan would have covered her eyes like Yang Zhou and the others.

But now she just squinted and continued to stare at Wen Zuo's tall figure. As she looked, she couldn't help but reach out and compare her height to Wen Zuo's. She then patted her own head and thought to herself with delight, "The cutest height difference ever."

This time, Wen Zuo heated the sand below with a fire-attribute longsword. Liu Dongcheng and the others made a pillow out of the sand, dug a hole, lay down in it, covered their bodies with the warm sand, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Even if I wake up freezing in the middle of the night because the sand has lost its temperature, this moment of warmth is enough to make it all worthwhile.

Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo also lay down in the sand, the two of them side by side very close to each other, with Hope and the stratosphere in between. Their way of getting along was basically the same as before, but the atmosphere between them was different.

Even Liu Dongcheng, who had already lain down, couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wen Zuo and Mo Shuwan.

Mo Shuwan looked at Wen Zuo, smiled, and whispered, "Goodnight."

Wen Zuo also laughed.

Wen Zuo and Yang Zhou were on night watch for the first half of the night. Mo Shuwan was going to take over the second half after she woke up, so even though she wanted to see Wen Zuo a few more times, she forced herself to close her eyes.

After Mo Shuwan's breathing became steady, Wen Zuo reached out and touched her hair, carefully crawled out of the sand, and after making sure he hadn't woken her up, picked up his fire-attribute longsword and sat up.

Lying in the sand, Yang Zhou saw Wen Zuo sit up and silently asked, "Aren't you going to lie down?"

Wen Zuo shook his head.

He was still uneasy. He had encountered a group of incredibly fast monsters during the day. Although that group had stopped at the oasis, there was no guarantee that a second group wouldn't appear. If he lay down as well, by the time he noticed anything unusual, it would probably be too late.

This time, Wen Zuo and Yang Zhou were on guard duty for the first half of the night. Wen Zuo stood up, and Yang Zhou, of course, was too embarrassed to continue lying down. He struggled out of the sand, scooped up some sand with his hands and stuffed it into his clothes, and sat down to warily observe his surroundings.

During the first half of the night, Wen Zuo would check the map from time to time, mainly to see if the monsters were still in the oasis. If they were, he would put down the map with peace of mind, take the fire-attribute longsword and continue to heat the sand so that Mo Shuwan and the others could always be surrounded by warmth while they slept.

As it approached five in the morning, Yang Zhou couldn't help but yawn and whispered to Wen Zuo, "Should we wake up the captain and the others?"

Wen Zuo shook his head, walked up to Yang Zhou, and wrote two words in the sand.

On the hour.

Yang Zhou nodded.

At five o'clock sharp, Yang Zhou was responsible for waking up Liu Dongcheng and Chen Jiaxu, while Wen Zuo went to wake up Mo Shuwan.

When he walked over, Mo Shuwan's face was half buried in the sand, and the corners of her mouth were completely covered by sand. He chuckled, reached out and straightened her face, then cleaned the sand off her face before waking her up.

Mo Shuwan had long since developed the habit of waking up immediately no matter when she was called. When she opened her eyes and saw Wen Zuo's face above her, her face involuntarily turned red again. "Good morning."

Wen Zuo reached out and helped Mo Shuwan up, naturally brushing the yellow sand off her clothes.

Mo Shuwan freed herself from the sand pile and tugged at Wen Zuo, "You should eat something before you go to sleep."

Wen Zuo, who was about to sleep in the sandpit where Mo Shuwan had slept, stopped and nodded upon hearing this.

Mo Shuwan turned her head and saw that Yang Zhou had already lain down in the sandpit. She called out to him, and when she saw Yang Zhou get up, she took out some milk, biscuits, and bread and handed them to him. "Eat up and go to sleep. We must get to the oasis today."

"Okay, I understand."