Pretty idiot became a heartthrob after his death

The night after autumn has brought a chill that cannot be ignored, and a drop or two of cool rain mixed with the cold wind floats into the dark bottom of the pit.

The scalding temperature traveled all over the body, and Rong Yin's consciousness was already a little blurred. Even though Jiang Yuheng was firmly fixed in his arms when he fell, the long wound on the ankle that could not move was cut because he did not get it. Treated properly, it rained again, and it became inflamed without incident.

People are always very fragile when they are sick, Rong Yin lay in Jiang Yuheng's arms, eyes closed tightly, eyelashes trembling, like a butterfly with broken wings.The warm and cool tears wet the corners of his eyes, his flushed cheeks and pale lips, and the moist black hair sticking to his forehead made him look fragile.

The rain was still a drop or two, but fortunately, there was no tendency to become bigger. Jiang Yuheng frowned tightly, and pulled Rong Yin deeper into his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Rong Yin felt something lightly touch his cheek, like someone's hand.The temperature of those hands was just right, much lower than his body temperature, so he subconsciously turned his head and rubbed them.

His thirsty and burning throat made his voice sound extremely hoarse. Rong Yin thought he was making a loud voice, but in fact it was weak and not much higher than the meowing of a kitten.

"Water..." He tilted his head to one side, his hair covered his icy white cheeks, he opened and closed his lips, and said in a low voice, "I want...to drink water."

Someone sighed lightly.

"Why did you accidentally fall down?" He said, "There is no drinking water here, only a little rainwater. Don't be angry when you wake up."

His voice was hazy and couldn't be heard clearly, Rong Yin groaned, with a hint of urging: "Water..."

The urging took effect very quickly, and after a while, something pressed against his lips, Rong Yin tried hard to open his lips, and swallowed hard in his throat, wanting to moisturize his extremely dehydrated body.

Jiang Yuheng tilted the leaf in his hand a little, but there was not much water, but it slid down his sharp chin drop by drop. Rong Yin frowned, and his lips were still unconsciously chasing the leaf in his hand.

Can't feed it at all.

Jiang Yuheng pursed his lips, and used the leaves to catch some water drops that fell on the leaves beside the rock wall, put Rong Yin on his lap, and said in a low voice: "If you don't drink any more, there is really nothing left."

Rong Yin seemed to feel something, turned his head inward, and touched Jiang Yuheng's finger.Jiang Yuheng looked down at him, put the leaves to his lips again, pinched his cheeks, exerted a little force, trying to see if he could feed water into it.

He had a fever and was unconscious, his teeth were closed tightly, and the water that was fed slipped out from the corners of his lips again.

There was another sigh.

No one tried to feed the water anymore, Rong Yin was very anxious, thinking that the man didn't want to bother him anymore, so he reached out and tried to reach, as if grabbing the hem of the man's clothes.He tugged very hard, his fingertips were blue and white, and his expression was disturbed.

The man approached according to his strength, Rong Yin was a little happy, and instinctively put his cheek up to please, like a small animal, and said in a pitiful voice: "Don't you want me?"

Her Royal Highness, who was always so lofty, opened herself completely and without reservation, and begged him with such a soft and pitiful expression, asking him "do you want me anymore?"

Jiang Yuheng's breathing became disordered for a moment, and he could not restrain himself from touching his flushed cheeks. The skin under his hands was warm to the touch, like fine suet jade, shining brightly in the silent night, and mixed with rainwater Looking at the mud, showing some embarrassment from falling dust.

The dry and soft touch was close to Rong Yin's lips, and with the sweet smell of rain, he pried open his teeth.Rong Yin couldn't wait to lick the water that the man brought with his tender red tongue, and grasped his collar weakly with his arms, hoping that he would get closer and get more water.

The man didn't know if he sensed his desire, and he really sent the rain in deeper.

Something smooth and nimble would give him water.

With his firm guess, Rong Yin couldn't help but open his lips a little more, the tip of his tongue softly wrapped around him, and whispered coquettishly: "I want more."

The man seemed to laugh slightly.

"it is good."

The temperature in the woods in the early morning was very low, and Rong subconsciously shrank to a warm place, trying to bury himself deeply.

The person who provided warmth by his side suddenly stretched out a hand, wrapped his waist accurately, took him into his arms, and patted his back comfortingly, the movements were extremely skillful, as if he had already done it before. many times.

Rong Yin woke up suddenly.

The first feeling is very tired.

My waist and back ached, as if I had been run over by a truck back and forth.

Probably because the action was too violent, involving the wound, his unrepressed cries of pain dissipated in the mist, and the sleeping people beside him were also awakened by him.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuheng didn't feel up to get up, his first reaction was to hold Rong Yin's hand tightly, and asked a little nervously, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Maybe it was a familiarity the first time, but when Rong Yin saw Jiang Yuheng lying next to him again, he was already numb, and even calmly answered his question: "Oh, it's okay, the wound was a little hurt just now." pain."

Jiang Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just..." Rong Yin frowned, touched his lips as if he didn't understand, "It hurts a bit here, is it also swollen?"

Jiang Yuheng's gaze also fell on his swollen red lips, which were even tiny and broken, and coughed twice violently.

"Well...it should be, it should be." He said vaguely.

"Oh..." Rong Yin only knew that he had a fever last night, but his unconscious consciousness was not enough to support him to judge what happened, and it was not enough for him to recall it after waking up. Only the faint traces could allow him to judge , Jiang Yuheng should have taken care of him last night.

After being ill, the strong sense of exhaustion struck, and Rong was a little tired because of his sleepiness, and his reaction was also a little slow. When Jiang Yuheng talked to him, he always had to repeat it a second time before he could give an answer in a daze.

The rescue device that fell from a high altitude and was soaked in rain all night was completely useless. Jiang Yuheng had to give up after many failed attempts.

Rong Yin's fever subsided, but his whole body still hadn't fully recovered. His uncomfortable body and the fact that he didn't know when and whether rescue would come exacerbated his grievances.

He was sitting on the haystack that Jiang Yuheng had sorted out, not a single part of his body was clean, there were mud spots everywhere, his long hair was scattered on his shoulders, he thought he sniffed softly, and sobbed.

Not far away, Jiang Yuheng, who was studying how to climb up, paused, but didn't turn around, pretending that he didn't hear anything, and studied the smooth stone wall in front of him wholeheartedly, as if he wanted to see it as a flower.

Her Royal Highness, who is competitive, would not want others to see him shed tears.

Even if Jiang Yuheng just wanted to hug him right now.

The sound of dripping water and the sound of sobbing desperately concealed intertwined, Jiang Yuheng turned his back to Rong Yin, and with difficulty resisted the urge to walk over immediately.

"Jiang, Jiang Yuheng." Rong Yin's voice was still trembling, but it could be heard that he had tried hard to hold it back, "Do you think we can go out?"

His head started to feel dizzy again, and he didn't know if it was burning again. Looking at Jiang Yuheng's back, he suddenly wanted some comfort.

"Will someone come to us soon?" Rong Yin said in a low voice.

It was completely unexpected that he fell down with him. The system couldn't get in touch for some reason. Rong Yin didn't know if it ruined the plot. Will Fu Lian find this place early in the morning according to the original setting, and then bring them back? go out.

Jiang Yuheng used Rong Yin as a back pad, his back was covered with a large bruise, his spine was still aching, he didn't know if he was injured, his thighs under his military uniform pants were covered with criss-cross scars, and his bare arms were mottled with blood. It looks serious.

He paused, turned around, and his expression was the same as when he told Rong Yin that it was time to go to bed: "There will be, and you can go out right away."

Looking at him, Rong Yin felt a little relieved, and nodded at him, as if his mood was much higher.

It didn't take long before the voice fell, and a voice suddenly came from above the head.

The one who spoke first seemed annoyed, his voice rising and then dropping.

Because of waiting for too long, Rong stood up suddenly at this time, because of too much force, his eyes even went dark, and his body swayed uncontrollably.There were hands behind him supporting him in time, and Jiang Yuheng's deep voice sounded: "Be careful."

Rong Yin looked up at him, Jiang Yuheng, who was always tidy and meticulous, had bloodshot eyes, a young unshaven beard growing on his chin, and a long and thin wound on his cheekbone. He looked chaotic and confused. Embarrassed.

Very unlike him.

But Jiang Yuheng didn't take it seriously, and asked him when he looked at him: "Stand still?" Maybe it's because they are too close, or maybe it's just the two of them who are hot here, or maybe it's because of the guilt caused by the more steaming exacerbated this feeling.

In short, Rong Yin's head was hot, and he suddenly hugged him with his backhand, buried himself in his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Yes." "Can you give me a hug?"

Jiang Yuheng didn't speak, but Rong Yin felt the strength of the hand around his waist increased, followed by a light and slow promise: "Okay."

There was a belated sound of footsteps stepping on dead branches and fallen leaves, and someone sneered clearly at the edge of the trap.

Rong Yin moved in Jiang Yuheng's arms, raised his head to look.

Qin Zhou stood at the entrance of the trap, his straight military uniform wrinkled out of shape, his hair disheveled, and gray-yellow fallen leaves hanging from his arms that he hadn't had time to sweep off. His condition was no better than that of Rong Yin who had stayed underneath for a whole night. .

With a cold expression on his face, he mocked: "It seems that I have disturbed you with too many things."

"I didn't expect that words like 'can you hug me' could come out of Her Royal Highness's mouth one day." The corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled, "It seems that I didn't find the right person before."

Qin Zhou said word by word: "So, do you want to ask classmate Jiang, how did you make Her Royal Highness happy? In this way—"

"Stay in your arms so obediently."

Rong Yin stared wide-eyed, standing behind Qin Zhou, and slowly walked forward, the expressionless person was Fu Lian.

The author has something to say: Qin Zhou: After searching all night, he found his wife was in the arms of another man, and even acted like a baby with another man, so mad.

Xiao Fu: Understood, I still didn't work hard enough.

小江：谢谢谢谢，谢谢大家配合，今天我能顺利抱到公主殿下，少不了各位的帮助感谢在2021-09-2322:42:35~2021-09-2421:51:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 180796601;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of war five dregs;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard