On a cold night, two bodies hugged each other tightly, inseparable, their body temperatures intertwined, warming each other and dispelling the chill of the night.

Time passes by little by little.

The night fades away and the morning light appears.

"Hiss..." The cold cave and unknown grass leaves pierced his skin, causing severe pain. Yun Jiao slowly opened his eyes and saw Ling Che holding him. He quickly turned his body over and hurriedly checked his injuries.

"You covet my beauty so much."

Suddenly, there was a deep laugh.

He woke up.

You Ran's dark eyes were half-closed, showing weakness, and his pale face looked sick, but he was still in the mood to tease her.

There is motivation to tease, it seems that his life is not in danger.

Yun Jiao glared at him unhappily, "I'm looking at your injuries!"

What do you mean by coveting beauty? Do you think she has never seen a good-looking man? Uncle Jing's appearance is no worse than his.

Grab his collar and rip it open.

The wound on the shoulder did not bleed, and although the wound on the back was soaked in blood, it had dried up. After one night, I was lucky to survive.

"Jiaojiao, thank you for your hard work last night." He was injured both front and back, so he could only lie there on his side. At first glance, that posture looked inexplicably pitiful.

When Yun Jiao saw this, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

"nothing."

“…”

"I'll go outside and see if those people have left." Yun Jiao walked to the overgrown cave entrance, carefully pushed aside the weeds, and looked outside.

To look, mainly look at the traces on the ground.

The surrounding grass and leaves were in their original natural state with no signs of being trampled on. Where there was mud, there were no footprints, which was enough to show that the killers had not chased to this location.

Ling Che lay there on his side, looking at her back with a somewhat resentful look:

"Jiaojiao, my hands are numb."

Yun Jiao didn't even turn his head, "Move yourself."

"I can't move..."

He had an injury on his left shoulder and could only lie on his right side. He had maintained this position all night and now he felt numb and didn't even have the strength to get up.

Yun Jiao turned around.

Suddenly I want to laugh again...

As pitiful as a dog...cough!

Who would have thought that such a rebellious and violent person would have such a miserable side? If his enemies saw this, they would definitely laugh their heads off.

She pursed her lips, holding back a smile, walked back, and helped him get up: "Well... It's safe around here, but if you go further away, I don't know what the situation will be. You are seriously injured, how about we hide here and wait for your people to find us?"

This is the safest way.

If he left rashly and encountered an assassin, he would surely die with such injuries.

"Jiaojiao," he leaned weakly on her shoulder, his voice was very soft and complaining, "If you want to laugh, laugh. Don't hold it in. Be careful not to hurt your body."

She's not smiling anymore!

Besides, she had no ill intentions.

"Are you hungry? Sit down against this rock while I go get some firewood."

Last night, she didn't dare to make a fire for fear of attracting assassins; now, the mountains were filled with thick white fog in the early morning, which would not dissipate in a short time. In addition, the cave was hidden, so it was no problem to make a small fire to keep warm.

She ran back and forth, inside and outside.

Light a fire, catch a pheasant, gut it, prepare it, roast it over the fire, pick sour fruits for seasoning…

She moved swiftly and skillfully.

Ling Che looked at her with a confused look in his eyes: "Jiaojiao, don't your parents love you either?"