She took it, stirred it with a spoon, tasted it first, put the hot porridge into her mouth, and couldn't help squinting her eyes, "It's delicious."
"Big pot rice has its own delicious taste." Long Yan said, "Right, it tastes good."
"Uh-huh."
After opening his eyes, Duan Xiaolin had already looked away.
She swallowed the meat and porridge in her mouth and cautiously moved closer to him.
His size is best used to block the wind.
Otherwise the porridge in your hand will be swallowed by the flying sand.
Duan Xiaolin noticed her little movements, and his eyes under the lenses flashed slightly.
Pei Xiqing finished her small bowl of porridge in a few mouthfuls, and the bowl in her hand was naturally taken over by Duan Xiaolin, who was making porridge. He filled it up for her and handed it back.
Ling Lang: "You actually asked my brother to help you? He's a big shot in Franlun. If you tell him about it, he'll probably be laughed at."
…
Duan Xiaolin said calmly, "You call this helping out? It's just something that comes naturally."
Ling Lang hummed softly.
"Why don't I have such a good thing?"
"I'll give it to you, will you dare to eat it?"
…
It's not a good thing for people from Franlun to send gifts without permission.
Either they arrest people or they send them to prison and suffer for the rest of their lives.
He was really afraid that his brother was poisoned.
In a place where no one could see, the tips of Pei Xiqing's ears turned slightly red, and became even redder when blown by the wind.
Fortunately, Long Yan came over soon. She looked away and asked while eating, "Are there any medicinal herbs in it?"
Long Yan said, "Yes, these are some of the latest drugs developed by the base, used to strengthen the body."
"I was wondering why it smelled like meat mixed with medicinal herbs."
"Eat more."
"good."
Pei Xi felt full after two bowls of porridge. The other teammates had finished five or six bowls and were still eating with chicken legs. She stood up, put away the bowls and chopsticks, stretched, and said, "I'm going to bed first."
Long Yan: "Come on, come on. We'll be on our way soon, so you should rest a bit. We still have some food to eat, and these people won't stop until they finish this huge pot of food."
She clutched her coat tightly and walked into the car behind the tent.
When I opened the car door and got in, I was stopped just as I was about to close the door.
She looked up in surprise. Duan Xiaolin had come over at some point and was standing outside the car door, holding the unlocked door with one hand. His tall figure almost blocked the door.
At this time, everyone was still eating in the front, but he came here alone.
"Brother Duan?"
The man leaned over, leaned close to her ear, and moved his thin lips slightly: "I blocked a bunch of sand for you, why don't you thank me?"
Pei Xiqing blinked, looking at his face so close to her, and was instantly enveloped by the powerful aura of a superpower. Their breathing was almost entangled, and her body began to exude a feeling of heat involuntarily.
"Brother Duan, how do you want me to thank you?"
Duan Xiaolin's glasses were shining with a faint light, as if he was ruthless or his emotions were hard to tell.
He remained silent and just looked at her.
Pei Xiqing could clearly feel a shiver rising from her tailbone, and the movement brought them closer by a tiny amount. She tilted her slightly blushing face up and gave the man a light kiss on the corner of his lips.
Her lips only brushed against his skin briefly, not even for half a second, not daring to linger for too long.
Duan Xiaolin seemed to smile, staring at her light green eyes, which flashed a hint of gloom, and the color became a few degrees darker. There was a strong sense of oppression in his gaze, as if he was staring at a prey that was about to be hooked.
His facial features were originally cold and indifferent. The light inside the car was dim, with only a faint moonlight shining through the windshield, casting a dark shadow on his tall nose. His deep and ruthless eyes, no matter from which angle or when one looked at them, could not be seen to have anything to do with tenderness.
The people of Franlun were notoriously cold-blooded and ruthless. This man could even kill his own mother, and he could decide the life and death of those prisoners with just a few strokes. Holding power in a chaotic situation is not a good thing. Franlun was a savior, but also a target of public criticism.
Facing such a man, she dared not think about the consequences of seducing him and being rejected.
Just try it with courage.
Just this once.
"Um?"
He asked.
But his voice became hoarse.
"What are you doing?"
Pei Xiqing retorted softly, "You're asking this question knowing the answer."
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