"No."

"and you……"

"Go put up the flag."

Taking out the orange flag from his bag, Fu Huaizhi looked at Wen Yiru with deep eyes, "Congratulations, you did it!"

The flag in my hand suddenly felt hot.

Wen Yiru knew that Fu Huaizhi was not congratulating her on reaching the summit.

If the drone hadn't been overhead, she knew Fu Huaizhi would have said it more clearly: Wen Yiru, congratulations on getting what you wanted. You proved your love for Fu Huaian, and I've seen it! When we get down from Wufeng Mountain, he will propose to break off the engagement, right? Her heart was sour and bitter, and she had countless things she wanted to say to him, but she didn't say them in the end.

Wen Yiru turned around and climbed to the top of the hill, put the orange flag together with the other two flags, and pressed the original stones on top.

There is only a single rock on the top of the mountain, without a single tree.

Even though the sun was not very bright, my face was still getting hot from the sun.

Wen Yiru looked back at Fu Huaizhi and said, "Let's go down the mountain and find a place to set up the tent."

"good."

Without even looking back at her, Fu Huaizhi picked up his backpack and walked downstairs.

Biting her lip, Wen Yiru followed.

After setting up the tent, she insisted on sharing the last palm-sized compressed biscuit with him.

As soon as it got dark, the two of them went into the tent one after the other.

In the middle of the night, Wen Yiru felt something was wrong.

There was a distance of half a meter between the two of them, but they could both feel the heat coming out of the man's body.

At first I thought this might be the difference in body surface temperature between men and women.

But after a while, Wen Yiru realized something was wrong.

His breathing was heavy and shallow, and occasionally you could hear the sound of his teeth clenching.

Wen Yiruo got up and unzipped his pants.

"Fu Huaizhi..."

As soon as her hand touched his arm, Wen Yiru's breathing stagnated, and then she raised her hand to touch his forehead.

The man's body temperature was frighteningly high.

"Fu Huaizhi, what's wrong with you? Are you injured? Fu Huaizhi?"

Wen Yiru fumbled for a flashlight from her bag.

The lights came on, and Fu Huai frowned subconsciously. His voice was hoarse when he spoke, but his words were still comforting her, "I'm fine, you... don't worry!"

As long as you are still conscious, that's good.

Wen Yiru touched his forehead, then his neck, sniffed, and suddenly lifted up his T-shirt.

The lower abdomen is firm and flat.

But there are some dirty marks.

When Wen Yiru was about to turn over his back, Fu Huaizhi grabbed her wrist.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, "Wen Yiru, are you sure you want to tease me at this time?"

"Let me see your back."

After Wen Yiru's words, Fu Huaizhi fell silent.

When he pulled down his T-shirt nonchalantly, Wen Yiru grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly.

"Big star Wen..."

The man was breathing heavily, but there was a sly smile on his lips, just like the one I met in Paris. "If I appear on camera tomorrow with tattered clothes, what do you think the audience watching the live broadcast will think?"

I thought she would let go of my hand if he said that.

When Fu Huaizhi pulled the clothes down, it still didn't move.

Impatient emotion just rolled out from his eyes, and with a tick, a tear fell on the back of Fu Huaizhi's hand.

Fu Huai was stunned.

Wen Yiru had already pulled his hands away and pulled his shoulders over to turn him over.

"hiss……"

Unable to bear the pain, Fu Huaizhi took a breath of cold air.

Wen Yiru saw the scene in front of her clearly, was stunned for a moment, and her tears fell even faster.

(End of this chapter)