Chapter 263 Hawthorn Strips
She fell into Gu Zhou's arms.
The distance between him and me was beyond the normal social distance.
The shadows from the firelight outlined his three-dimensional facial features.
It especially magnified his both good and evil temperament.
With a wanton curl of the corners of his lips.
The evil energy completely wiped out the righteous energy.
Wang Yuanling’s heart skipped a beat.
She quickly got up from his arms and thanked him awkwardly: "Thank you, Mr. Gu, I just want to take down the curtains."
Gu Zhou glanced at the curtain that was half-torn and half-drawn.
Le Ran: "Ready to be a quilt?"
Wang Yuanling nodded slightly: "Well, the wood is almost burned out, we need to find a place to block the wind."
She finished speaking.
Gu Zhou stretched out his arm and easily unhooked all the remaining hooks on the curtains.
He held the bottom of the curtain and handed it to her, saying lazily, "Here."
But she didn't answer.
Her watery eyes blinked slightly: "I want to take it apart and give it to you."
The inattention between Gu Zhou's eyebrows paused for a moment.
"You are injured, so keep warm." The concern in her voice was as clear as snow, pure and flawless.
She reached out and took the curtain, her slender face dyed serious: "Sit down, I'll put it on for you."
As she took the curtain.
Her fingertips brushed the back of his hand carelessly.
Soft but cold.
It felt like being scratched by a little fox.
Use meat pads.
Not claws.
Gu Zhou put his hand back into his pocket, his dark eyes following her slender back as she held the curtain, his eyebrows twitching.
She held the curtain and returned to the fire.
Glancing sideways, he said, "Boss Gu, do you want to sit against the wall, or just sit here?"
Gu Zhou walked forward leisurely.
I chose a seat by the fire.
See him sit down.
Wang Yuanling shook the curtains vigorously.
Gu Zhou raised his dark eyes and looked at her face.
She explained softly, "There's dust on it. Let me shake it out again."
The words fell.
Another tremor.
Then they spread it out and gathered around him.
Gu Zhou enjoyed the success and looked calm.
There was no sense of awkwardness at all about being served.
His eyes lazily looked at her who was approaching him.
The curtain is not long. If she wraps it around, it can form a circle and a half.
But Gu Zhou.
It's just barely enclosed, better than nothing.
Because the edge was short, she was angling it, trying to make as much of a circle as possible.
The short side reaches the back of Gu Zhou's neck.
She was completely focused, her arm across his neck, hooked it, and pulled the short side at the back forward.
The cloth on her arm rubbed against Gu Zhou's cheek, causing an itch.
Gu Zhou's dark eyes darkened a little.
Looking at the face right in front of me, with beautiful features, gentle and quiet.
She surrounded it very seriously.
Her pearly teeth unconsciously bit her lower lip.
Her nervousness stemmed from drawing the curtains.
As for the nervousness of close contact with the opposite sex.
Not at all.
Take a small vest and wrap the curtains.
She was completely natural and confident.
There was none of the shyness, blushing and anticipation that he had seen in the past when the opposite sex approached him.
Gu Zhou pulled the corner of his mouth inexplicably.
Wang Yuanling looked at him blankly.
Only then did I realize that I was too close to his dark black eyes.
His fingertips curled slightly in embarrassment.
He quickened his pace and painstakingly tied a small knot around the edge.
Then he quickly stepped back.
"Okay."
Gu Zhou was surrounded tightly by curtains, like a sleeping bag.
He raised his lip line slightly and moved his mouth: "It's hard work."
"You're welcome……"
The fire grew weaker.
Wang Yuanling's fingertips, which had been exposed to the cold air for too long, became even colder.
She could have slipped into the pockets of her ski jacket.
Just inserted.
I just ran into something.
She pulled it out.
These are the hawthorn strips that she often eats to prevent hypoglycemia.
She immediately took it out, spread it on her palm, and showed it to Gu Zhou: "I have a hawthorn stick, it's sweet and can replenish sugar. You can have it."
Gu Zhou glanced at the hawthorn strips and said lazily, "No, I don't eat sweets."
"It's not very sweet. I eat it often. Mainly because you're bleeding too much right now, so it's best to supplement with some sugar."
See her highly recommended.
Gu Zhousheng swallowed the rejection that was on the tip of his tongue for some reason.
He uttered, "Hmm."
Wang Yuanling's watery eyes curved slightly.
Hurry and hand it over.
But he saw that Gu Zhou's hands were hidden behind the curtains.
I can't free my hands to take it.
She is a good person to the end.
Unpack.
Bring it to his mouth.
Gu Zhou's eyebrows moved and he looked at her quietly.
This intimate feeding action.
As for the relationship between the two of them.
Too ambiguous.
But she looked upright.
He forcibly transformed this ambiguous action into 'caring for the patient'.
Met his gaze.
Wang Yuanling's face was frank and his tone was serious: "Don't move, just eat like this, otherwise the knot will come apart later."
Gu Zhou had a moment like that.
I feel like I can't move, my mouth is open and I need to be fed.
Like a toy dragged into a cave by a little fox.
Suddenly I thought of Chen Guan's "Plaything Theory".
His dark eyes froze without a sound.
One day.
He wants to take off Chen Guan's mouth that loves to talk nonsense.
Gu Zhou glanced at Wang Yuanling, who was waiting with his hand outstretched and looking sincere.
She was frank about it.
There's no reason for him to be unnatural.
He opened his mouth and took a bite.
In an instant.
The hawthorn flavor blooms in the mouth, sweet.
Wang Yuanling's watery eyes shone with anticipation: "How does it taste?"
Gu - anti-sweet person - Zhou: "Not very good."
Wang Yuanling kept a gentle smile on her face, thinking to herself: She has no taste. If I had known I would have kept half of it. She also needs some sugar.
"Yeah, but at least it still has the effect of replenishing your sugar."
After clearing the name of the hawthorn strips, she sat against the wall.
As the seconds passed, the fire gradually died down.
The temperature in the house gradually dropped to the point where I had to curl up to keep warm.
Wang Yuanling pulled the zipper up to its highest point, and half of his face was sunk into the neckline.
He bent over with his chest pressed against his knees, his teeth chattering from the cold.
It's really cold.
Why hasn't the search and rescue team arrived yet?
She was really too cold to bear it.
He stood up from the ground and jumped on the spot.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound in the house caused by the wooden floor being stepped on.
Gu Zhou raised his unfocused dark eyes and looked at her.
The hat on her back also bounced with her movements.
"It's cold?" he asked lazily.
"Well, I get warm after a little dancing."
Gu Zhou mocked: "Can you dance all night long?"
Wang Yuanling paused to catch his breath, his eyes narrowed slightly: "But it will be even colder if I sit still."
"come over."
Wang Yuanling's expression froze.
Seeing him reaching for the knot in the curtain, she quickly declined: "It's okay with me. You need to keep warm more than I do. You should put it on yourself."
Gu Zhou said casually: "I want to put it on."
There was doubt in her eyes.
He wants to wear it?
Then why did he untie it?
He met her blank stare.
Gu Zhou raised his eyebrows casually, his tone drawn out: "Between you freezing to death and me freezing to death, there is a happy option, that is, we both survive."
He finished speaking.
The uninjured hand lifted a corner of the curtain.
He invited lazily, "So, Mr. Ling, I suggest you sit next to me and put on the veil together."
Wang Yuanling's watery eyes were stunned.
Wear it with him...?
That picture.
It's a bit too ambiguous...
I could see the worry on her face.
Gu Zhou spoke indifferently, "When it comes to life and death, nothing else matters, don't you think, Mr. Ling?"
Wang Yuanling didn't have time to respond.
Then he added in a quiet voice, "Besides, Ling Zong generously donated her underwear to me for bandaging. This kind of selflessness, regardless of gender differences, I think, can also be applied to the matter of sharing curtains."
Wang Yuanling pursed her lips again and again, and her lips, which had turned white due to the low temperature, gradually became rosy.
Pondering over his words.
But how do you feel.
The more I think about it, the more I feel like there's something else behind his words?
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