All she knew was that when he asked her if she wanted to try to fall in love with him, she ran away in a panic.

The tent shook even more violently, and Wen Yiru huddled in the corner of the tent without moving.

At the moment when tears were streaming down her face, Wen Yiru suddenly felt a little annoyed.

If she had said yes when Fu Huaizhi asked her that morning if she didn't try to fall in love with him, would their ending now be completely different? Fu Huaian wouldn't have to avoid her all the time.

Even if they inevitably meet, I will not have that helpless smile on my face, and then say casually: Miss Wen, long time no see!

And Fu Huaizhi would not become a laughing stock in the wealthy circle of Wucheng.

Said his fiancée tried to cheat on him again and again.

Wen Yiru has heard such words countless times.

Not to mention Fu Huaizhi.

But the man never troubled her.

He didn't even warn her: Wen Yiru, be quiet!

It was as if he didn't care about the rumors at all.

But when he asked her in a hoarse voice whether she had feelings for him that day, Wen Yiru was sure that there was hurt in his eyes.

So, she was the one who hurt him from the beginning to the end, right? Bang! A heavy object hung on the tent and fell almost at her feet.

If it had tilted a little more, it would have hit her foot.

Even so, Wen Yiru still gritted her teeth tightly, not even daring to let out a single breath, let alone cry.

The tent suddenly became stable.

Feeling the ground shaking, Wen Yiru opened her eyes, only to see a black shadow passing by.

Only then did she realize that she was sweating all over, with her hair stuck to her forehead and face. Wen Yiru took a breath and mustered up the courage to look out.

All I saw was the brown bear's back as it ran away, as if it was chasing something, and then it disappeared into the dense forest.

She covered her mouth tightly, sobbing as tears welled up in her eyes.

Wen Yiru knew that she had just brushed shoulders with death.

With tears in her eyes, she saw a dark shadow running towards her.

His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes widened.

Wen Yiru hurriedly retreated back to the corner where she had been, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Fu Huaizhi, who opened the tent and came in, had a face full of anxiety and worry. He saw that Wen Yiru's face was red and her hair was messy from crying, but fortunately she was fine.

The man exhaled and fell into the tent.

"It's all right, it's all right..."

Muttering to himself, Fu Huaizhi leaned against the tent as if exhausted.

"Fu Huaizhi, wow..."

Only then did she realize that it was Fu Huaizhi who was running towards her, not the brown bear that had returned. Wen Yiru burst into tears, then stood up and threw herself into Fu Huaizhi's arms.

The woman in his arms was shaking uncontrollably, and her tears were flowing into his neck like running water.

Thinking of the scene he had just seen, Fu Huaizhi felt relieved. He stroked her back and said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone."

"How about you bite me as a punishment, okay...hiss..."

My shoulder started to hurt.

Fu Huaizhi gritted his teeth, "Are you really going to bite it?"

“…You asked me to bite you!”

"Okay..."

"Fu Huaizhi, I..."

"Stop crying and get up quickly. Let's pack up the tent and move to another place, so that the beast won't smell the scent and come looking for us again."

The words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back, and Wen Yiru got up from Fu Huaizhi's arms with an embarrassed look on her face.

The two men quickly packed up the tent and moved forward.

In the director's room, everyone was sweating from shock.

"director……"

The director said anxiously, "Will Wen Yiru's studio ask for huge mental compensation?"

With a face as black as the bottom of a pot, Bian Jiayou recalled the painful feeling of sudden cardiac arrest and nearly death. He gritted his teeth and yelled, "Xiao Li, call the higher-ups and apply for two, no, five drones."

"……yes!"

(End of this chapter)