Within half a minute, he began to shout at her: "Kong Wange!"

"Um."

He felt relieved and began to shout again after more than ten seconds: "Kong Wange?"

"exist."

He breathed a sigh of relief, waited for a while but there was no movement in the woman, and couldn't help but continue shouting: "Kong Wange, are you still here?"

“What about this.”

In the dark forest, the figure of the woman gradually appeared and waved her hand at him.

Kong Wange put down the dead branches and leaves in his hand, wiped the sweat from his head, and smiled and said to him: "I'm so anxious to call me, isn't it cold?"

After saying that, she turned to burn the fire.

Murong Ting was speechless for a moment. He felt that this woman's emotional intelligence was beyond help. He clearly cared about her.

Kong Wange used to live in the countryside, and it was very good to make fires. She put up branches and laid dry weeds below to let the air in, and it was caught just a little.

Murong Ting looked at her skillful operation, for some reason, felt a sour in his heart for no reason, and said hoarsely: "I didn't expect you to make a fire."

Under the flames, Kong Wange's expression was vivid: "There are so many things you can't imagine."

After more than ten minutes.

Kong Wange dried the clothes of the two people, and then rolled Murong Ting with a windbreaker: "I'll go there and pull some hay and put it on the floor. The ground is too cold."

In the heat of the day, Murong Ting was a little dazed. He vaguely heard her words, but he had no strength to react.

When Kong Wange came back with a bunch of weeds, Murong Ting had already fallen asleep.

I saw him lying on the ground, his eyes closed and his body shivered unconsciously.

She ran over a few steps: "Murong Ting?"

The man on the ground made a subtle moan unconsciously.

She knew that he was so uncomfortable that he didn't dare to delay any more. She quickly spread the grass and pulled him to lie on the grass. Then she burned the sleeves with fire, tore the clothes open with force, and simply bandaged his legs and forehead.

After a few minutes, the blood finally stopped.

She carefully wrapped the cloth around and did the final finishing work.

Just then, she heard him muttering to himself.

She paused slightly, thinking that he was so uncomfortable, so she came over to listen.

"Wen Yan, Wen Yan..."

She frowned, his voice was almost murmur, she didn't hear it clearly, and could only subconsciously get closer.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the man in front of him stretched out his long arms and directly grabbed her into his arms!

Kong Wange was stunned.

"Murong Ting, let go..." She instinctively refused.

But the man hugged her tighter.

Because of the fever, his whole body was extremely warm and his arms were very strong, so she couldn't struggle at all.

"Yanyan, you are still here, it's so good..." the man sighed with satisfaction.

This sentence is much clearer than before. When Kong Wange heard it, he suddenly froze.

Warm words...

Wen is her mother's surname, and Yanyan is her nickname. Few people know that she hasn't used this name in six years.

She leaned in his arms and couldn't relieve God for a long time.

Murong Ting was slightly dissatisfied with her loss of consciousness and frowned and muttered: "Yanyan, why don't you speak?"

She took a deep breath, stopped struggling, leaned in his arms and asked softly, "What do you want me to say?"

You clearly remember Wen Yan, but you pretend not to know me. What can I say?

Kong Wange looked up and followed the man's thrust jawline. He saw his eyes closed, obviously not conscious.

She was speechless. If it weren't for this situation, he would have pretended that he would never know her for the rest of his life.

She knew that he didn't admit his mistake so easily.

Murong Ting hugged her, as if he was very uncomfortable, and subconsciously rubbed her around like a big dog.


Chapter completed!