Wen Yiru was hugging the quilt tightly when she heard the man's questioning voice.

She is so cold.

The heavy rain pattered against the tent, making so much noise that her head felt like it was going to split.

Fu Huaizhi was quite far-sighted. Realizing that it was about to rain, he immediately found a high place to set up the tent.

Before setting up the tent, a thick layer of hay was laid underneath.

But even so, Wen Yiru still felt a faint dampness rising from beneath her body.

Plus, she hadn't had a shower in days.

Every night before going to bed, wipe your face, body and feet with wet wipes.

It's better than nothing.

The heavy rain was particularly refreshing at this moment. If she wasn't a little cold, Wen Yiru would have wanted to run out and get wet in the rain for a while, just like taking a bath.

Her mind was full of random thoughts. When the zipper was unzipped and Fu Huaizhi's hand reached out to her forehead and she was picked up and held in his arms, Wen Yiru realized that she had a fever.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you felt uncomfortable? Wen Yiru, how old are you?"

Fu Huaizhi's voice was full of anger.

As he spoke, his hands were not idle, he took out a few pills from his bag and said, "Open your mouth."

Wen Yiru opened her mouth and a pill was thrown into it.

The next moment, the water was brought to my mouth.

Leaning on his chest, Wen Yiru weakly drank the water and took the medicine.

Seeing Fu Huaizhi rummaging through the bag again, as if he was looking for something but couldn't find it, he dumped everything in the bag into the tent.

The movement made her feel a little dizzy.

Wen Yiru panted and asked, "You, what are you looking for?"

"Where's the flare?"

Fu Huaizhi rummaged around a bit and found another bag.

Wen Yiru suddenly woke up.

I snatched the bag that hadn't been turned over from his hand and hugged it tightly in my arms, "I'm not leaving."

In one word, Fu Huaizhi's already gloomy expression became even uglier.

"Can."

The man sneered, "In order to prove your love for Fu Huaian, you don't even want your life, right? Wen Yiru, you can do it!"

Wen Yiru's hand loosened and she said softly, "It's not because of Fu Huaian."

Fu Huaizhi raised his eyes.

Wen Yiru said softly: "Even if I leave, I have to wait until the rain stops. It's raining so hard, and the production team sent someone to pick me up. It must be a helicopter. It's too dangerous!"

"I am too weak, and I can't let them get into danger by dragging them down with me."

After saying two complete sentences, Wen Yiru was already a little out of breath.

Her cheeks were a little red and her eyes were a little blurry.

Wen Yiru raised her eyes and smiled at Fu Huaizhi, "It's really not for Fu Huaian."

The Wen Yiru that Fu Huaizhi knew was beautiful and arrogant.

It seems that she knows that beauty is her best weapon and she never hesitates to use it.

This seemed to be the first time that I felt so pale and weak.

She would never allow herself to appear in front of others like this.

Not to mention, she had already explained that she was not doing this for Fu Huaian.

"sorry."

Fu Huaizhi apologized, put the things scattered in the tent into his bag, and put the pillow in place for her. "Take advantage of the effect of the medicine and have a good sleep for a while."

"good."

Wen Yiru nodded and lay down obediently.

Before closing his eyes, he tugged at Fu Huaizhi's sleeve and said, "You are not allowed to launch flares without my consent!"

"I was eliminated after only four days. How embarrassing..."

Fu Huaizhi heard the low murmur full of regret.

With a helpless smile in his eyes, the man nodded, "Okay."

"Fu Huaizhi..."

Not ignoring his smile, Wen Yiru said softly, "You look so good when you smile! Smile more in the future, don't be so fierce all the time..."

The smile faded, Fu Huaizhi raised his eyes, and saw that Wen Yiru had fallen asleep.

The gentle whisper just now seemed like an auditory hallucination to him.

(End of this chapter)