The fire was about to go out, but Song Qingmo remained alert, staying away from Mu Heng. Feeling a bit exhausted, Song Qingmo suggested they rest and sleep, and then they lay down on either side of the fire.
It had been a tiring day. Song Qingmo wanted to keep an eye on Mu Heng to prevent him from making any small movements, but his body was too tired to keep up. His eyelids were drooping and he fell asleep with a confused mind.
Mu Hengshi had been pretending to be asleep. Listening to the steady breathing coming from beside him, he knew that Song Qingmo had fallen asleep. He slowly got up and quietly moved to the fire. With the help of the sparks that had not yet completely extinguished, he could glimpse Song Qingmo's peaceful sleeping face in the dark.
He clenched his fists, calmed his breathing, and quietly moved behind Song Qingmo. Even though the cave was no longer as cold as before, Song Qingmo subconsciously pulled his down jacket closer. Mu Hengshi reached out from behind and hugged Song Qingmo, using his body temperature to convey warmth to him.
Song Qingmo was the kind of person who couldn't be shaken once he fell asleep. When his body touched a warm object, he subconsciously moved into Mu Hengshi's arms and turned over.
Mu Hengshi initially thought Song Qingmo had woken up. Just as he was about to explain to him, he looked down and found that Song Qingmo still had his eyes tightly closed, breathing steadily, his furry head arched into his arms, his nose red from the cold, as if he had been bullied. He suddenly remembered that in his previous life, Song Qingmo had been bullied by him so badly that he had also been like this when he fainted.
Mu Hengshi didn't think he was the type of gentleman who could remain calm in the face of temptation. His throat was churning and he felt his body getting hot. "Calm down, Mu Hengshi, you're not a wild animal that can go into heat at any moment. Song Qingmo is still young, so don't do anything out of line."
In their previous lives, even though they had seen everything they should and shouldn't have seen, they still felt a little shy when they saw each other again, two different-age Mu Hengshis merging with each other. Mu Hengshi chanted a heart-clearing mantra in his heart, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his lower abdomen.
But Song Qingmo was still moving around carelessly. Finally, he left a gentle kiss on Song Qingmo's forehead, which was as fleeting as a dragonfly touching the water. He hugged Song Qingmo tightly with his hands, trying to cover up the cold parts of his body.
He rested his head on Song Qingmo's shoulder and smelled the scent of Song Qingmo. He greedily enjoyed this wonderful time. Whatever kind of person Song Qingmo liked, he would slowly learn to become that kind of person in the future.
The joy of seeing Song Qingmo again, coupled with the fear of being rejected by him, rocked his brain, keeping him awake all night. He felt a little dizzy as he tried to guess when Song Qingmo would wake up, but he didn't pay much attention. As daylight broke, he slowly retreated to where he had been lying.
Song Qingmo slept well that night and didn't feel cold at all. He just felt like there was a hard stone under his leg, which kept poking him and made him very uncomfortable. Everything else was fine.
Song Qingmo stood up, yawned contentedly, and stretched. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, his mind gradually regained clarity. Although he didn't know when he fell asleep, he saw Mu Heng lying obediently in the same place. He looked at his body and saw that there was nothing wrong with it. His clothes were still neat and tidy. It seemed that nothing had happened last night. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mu Hengshi, Mu Hengshi, wake up and eat something, so that you won't be too weak to go out." Song Qingmo took the snow and melted it in a clean can. He didn't know whether it was dirty or not, but the water looked quite clear and transparent.
There was still plenty of food in the bag, so he wouldn't starve to death. After Song Qingmo finished all these things, he saw that Mu Heng hadn't woken up yet. He estimated the time to wake him up, but there was no response.
Mu Hengshi huddled up in a ball, his head buried in his elbows, and his expression was unclear. Song Qingmo squatted in front of him and touched Mu Hengshi's face with his hand, "Why is it so hot?" When Song Qingmo's hand touched Mu Hengshi's scorching face, he shrank back because of the heat.
He turned Mu Hengshi's body over with his hands. Now he could clearly see Mu Hengshi's condition. He was sweating, cold sweat was oozing from his forehead, his face was extremely pale, but also frighteningly hot.
It turned out that Mu Hengshi had undressed himself last night and wrapped himself around Song Qingmo, using himself to block out the cold air. By dawn, Mu Hengshi had already felt dizzy and had passed out. "What did this guy do? Why did he suddenly have a fever and burn so badly?" Song Qingmo hurried to his backpack, searching inside for fever-reducing medicine.
Song Qingmo never took medicine when he caught a cold or fever, and he would be fine in a few days. But Mu Hengshi's condition was a bit urgent, and he didn't think Mu Hengshi could handle it as well as he did. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find a single packet of medicine. Song Qingmo was a little annoyed now, he was careless!
The guilty expression disappeared in an instant. He applied the accumulated snow on Mu Hengshi's forehead, then put the water on his lips, trying to drink it. He knew nothing about taking medicine to treat illnesses and save lives, but he remembered one thing: if you are sick, just drink more hot water.
"Cough, cough, cough!" As soon as the water was fed into Mu Heng's mouth, it was all coughed out. Song Qingmo was in great pain. He was not good at taking care of people to begin with, and now, this patient couldn't even take water in. "What should I do? What should I do?"
Song Qingmo frantically paced the cave, his thoughts swirling as he looked at Mu Heng lying on the ground. Young Master Song, a master of fighting and learning, was stumped by the prospect of saving someone.
He could only temporarily put aside his grudges and hold Mu Hengshi in his arms, trying not to let him get cold again. He felt a little guilty about watching a living being freeze to death in front of him, and he couldn't just stand by and watch someone die! Song Qingmo prepared himself mentally, slowly lifted Mu Hengshi's body, and held him in his arms, letting him lean against his chest, facing the fire.
"Song Qingmo, please... don't leave me... I'm sorry, I... you." Mu Hengshi's condition had improved a little. After all, he was in good health, but now he was talking nonsense due to the burns, and uttered some confusing words from his mouth.
Song Qingmo lowered his head upon hearing the noise and looked at Mu Hengshi. When he first held Mu Hengshi, he had been leaning into his arms, the pain on his face fading a bit. He could even clearly see his eyebrows relax, his mouth curled up slightly, and he obediently nuzzled his head against Song Qingmo. If Mu Hengshi were a kitten, he might have even purred. He was simply enjoying himself.
"Mu Hengshi, are you awake? What are you saying? Speak clearly." Mu Hengshi didn't say anything. Song Qingmo was so anxious that he almost wanted to hold Mu Hengshi's head with his hands and shake it up and down, but considering that the man was a patient, he suppressed the urge to take action.
Mu Hengshi lay on Song Qingmo like a little animal, and began to whisper in a daze, "Song Qingmo, let's be good to each other in this life, I will treat you well..." He said this very quietly, but Song Qingmo, who was always nervous, caught it.
Song Qingmo was shocked. He lowered his head in astonishment and looked at Mu Heng who was still unconscious and unaware of all this. "What did you say..." Of course, no one answered him.
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