Look at the time, it’s not even nine o’clock yet.

But when I thought about it again, although the two of them did not travel as fast as the other four groups of guests, the amount of exercise and physical energy consumed in these two days was probably no less than that of others, and I suddenly understood it.

The drone landed on a branch in the distance. Through the willow curtain, I could see two girls falling asleep while talking.

The audience looked at the other four windows and then went to the one where there was still movement.

Wen Yiru was in a very low mood.

All day long, Fu Huaizhi didn't take the initiative to talk to her once.

And when she talked to him, he was also very cold, and would never say two words if he could finish one.

Compared to what he was before yesterday, he seemed like a different person.

They hadn't traveled all day, but she couldn't let him go out to find food alone, as if she was just enjoying the fruits of his labor.

So, during the day, she would follow Fu Huaizhi wherever he went.

Even if he ignored her.

She had been so worried during the day that she hadn't felt any discomfort, but now as she lay in the tent, her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

Through the layer of cloth in the middle of the tent, you can see a vague shadow.

But even from a shadow, it could be seen that Fu Huaizhi had his back to her.

Wen Yiru felt even worse.

She remembered the boy she met in Vienna, who was a bad boy but always made her laugh.

She remembered how he teased her by sending flowers and gifts to the crew in the name of an admirer.

She also remembered the greeting card he wrote to her.

Personally written by Miss Yiru.

The greeting card has beautiful handwriting written in one stroke.

These few short lines of poetry are particularly melodious.

He is obviously a dissolute playboy, but he acts like an old-fashioned gentleman from the last century.

But every time at that time, Wen Yiru would feel that he was indeed a gentle and elegant gentleman like Fu Huaian, so this was due to the Fu family's education, right?

But today, Wen Yiru felt his cold and ruthless look.

Wen Yiru bit her lower lip.

She can do it!

Thinking angrily, Wen Yiru turned over.

The pain in her calf spread all the way to her waist, and Wen Yiru took a breath.

She could hear the breathing sound beside her pause for a moment, and the grievance and depression in Wen Yiru's eyes surged again.

The next moment, I heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped.

There was a heat approaching, and then the shoulders were straightened.

When she turned over and lay on her back, before Wen Yiru could even say "What do you want to do", her calf was lifted up and placed on his lap.

Again and again.

The force is moderate.

Like every night before, Fu Huaizhi massaged her legs and feet.

The grievance in Wen Yiru's heart faded away little by little, and suddenly she felt a trace of shame.

"Fu Huaizhi, I..."

Wen Yiru actually didn't know what she was going to say.

She just felt that he was massaging her legs and she didn't say a word, which made him seem like her servant.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, she saw the man put down her legs.

Buzz.

After zipping up his pants, Fu Huaizhi lay down and fell asleep.

"Wen Yiru, do you know why I am still pursuing you so persistently even though I know you like my brother? ... Because I think that as long as I work harder, and work harder, once I catch you, you will fall in love with me wholeheartedly, more than you like my brother."

Unable to help but recall what Fu Huaizhi had said before, Wen Yiru stared at the man's back in a daze.

So this time, he is really going to give up? Feeling panic inexplicably, Wen Yiru hurriedly closed her eyes to stop the tears that were about to fall.

(End of this chapter)