He stood up and sat beside her. Zhuomian hugged him tightly. Gu Qingxu wiped his hands with a wet tissue and fed her. His rough and wounded hands held an old, even bent spoon. The food was also sloppy and covered with a sauce that was not sweet or delicious.
He fed her a bite and she ate a bite. In his arms, she felt never so happy.
She looked up at him eagerly: "Have you eaten?"
His voice was hoarse: "I'm not hungry, you eat."
He must eat a few bites during his daytime nap.
It was already three o'clock in the morning after dinner.
Gu Qingxu originally wanted to spend the night on the chair, but Zhuo Mian kept holding him and would not let him leave. In the end, the two of them had to squeeze into a narrow single camp bed, with Zhuo Mian snuggling tightly in his arms.
Breathing in the almost faded scent of his woody perfume, only the innermost clothes still had a lingering scent, a smell intertwined with dust, wind, and sweat, as rough as sand, yet extremely safe.
She put her legs on his long legs and buried her head in his arms, feeling like their breathing was almost resonating.
The sound of wind and sand outside did not stop for a long time, whistling through the tent, and the explosion sounds coming from far away were also very small here.
Her voice was weak: "Gu Qingxu."
"Um?"
She looked up at him: "How did you get here?"
He closed his eyes and spoke in a voice lower than the sound of the wind and sand: "I've used some business connections to find a business partner I know who controls important military equipment in Country Y. Since the economic network will be greatly affected, I can ask them to cease fire for one hour."
She watched his hard, protruding Adam's apple move up and down slightly.
Tears glistened in Zhu Mian's eyes. She knew it wouldn't be that easy.
She wasn't sure even her own parents would dare to come to a place like this to look for her.
What's more, she clearly heard the broadcast warning that the time limit had exceeded one hour.
This means that even though he knew he would die, he still dug her for almost an hour.
She just choked and whispered, "Yeah."
He didn't mention the difficulties during the period, but simply said, "You can shower on the plane. I've chartered a flight."
You can shower in the first class cabin of international flights, but the time is basically limited to five minutes per person. However, if you apply for a charter flight with the airline, you can shower as much as you want.
But a few million is definitely not enough to charter a flight at such a short notice. It is very likely because there is no flight route passing through here, so we can only apply to the airline for a charter flight.
I don’t know how many connections I’ll have to rely on and how much money I’ll have to spend during this period.
Zhumian felt that his tears seemed endless and he couldn't help crying: "Why are you here?"
His low voice sounded above her head: "I want to protect you and take you back. You can't die here."
She burst into tears: "Don't you know it's dangerous here?"
He remained calm throughout the entire process: "I don't have time to think about whether it's dangerous or not. I have to think about how to save you first."
I hugged him tightly during my daytime sleep, not knowing how to express my inner feelings, tears flowing uncontrollably.
I cried myself to sleep without realizing it, and four or five hours later, it was dawn.
The two surviving companions included He Anzhi and another person who had a very bad relationship with her.
But when the three people saw each other, they just nodded silently, and the turmoil in their hearts was indescribable. They knew that no matter how many grudges and disputes they had in the past, their relationship would be different from now on.
The only person who could appear in front of the image of the person who was at odds with Zhou Mian was he, and he recorded a speech on Gu Qingxu's mobile phone.
She had been leaning against Gu Qingxu not far behind him. When the man talked about the death toll in the bombing area, Gu Qingxu suddenly lowered his head and kissed her. She had just felt a surge of fear, and her attention was all diverted by him. It was just a light touch, but the weight was enough to withstand a nuclear bomb.
There shouldn't be a kiss at this time, but she knew better than anyone that if there hadn't been love, she would have died in the ruins by now.
After finishing the necessary finishing work, Gu Qingxu said goodbye to her companions on her behalf, carried her on his back, and took her to a local's off-road vehicle, driving all the way through the deserted desert. When they arrived in the town, they found a contact to change vehicles and drove to an airport where there were almost no flights recently.
When I got on the A380, the flight attendants spoke Chinese. When I said welcome aboard to them, I finally felt a little relieved from my daytime sleep.
When she looked in the mirror in the first-class bathroom, she realized how terrible she looked. There was a bloody wound running diagonally across her forehead, her neck was scratched with a bloody scab that looked like mud and sand, her legs and hands were covered with wounds, her eyes were swollen from crying, and one of her eyes had become single eyelid. Looking closely at the braids that Gu Qingxu had tied for her, she saw that her hair was actually dirty and tangled, but he didn't say anything.
Gu Qingxu knocked on the door: "Can you wash it yourself?"
I can't even lift my hands when I sleep during the day because the scar on my elbow hurts so much.
She hesitated for a moment, and finally said:
"Can you help me wash it?"
Gu Qingxu pushed open the door from the outside, and a tall figure entered the bathroom and closed the door.
In front of him, she took off her top and threw it to the ground piece by piece in the small space.
Facing him completely naked, she did not feel timid or want to cover herself. She just looked at his handsome face with a man's determination.
He was not unnatural at all. He soaked the towel in hot water, wrung it out, and wiped her chest and back very carefully, avoiding all wounds. Afraid that she would lose her balance, he held her waist with his hot palm. When the towel became a little cold, he soaked it in hot water and wrung it out before continuing to wipe. During the process, he only said a few brief and gentle words.
"Raise your hand."
"This way."
"leg."
What he cared about was not her nakedness at the moment, but her as a person. He wanted her to be comfortable, wanted to help her clean up, and let her have a good sleep without any messy jokes or glances.
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