Song Zhiyue looked at the back of Feng Chen's descending from the mountain and blinked blankly.

What did he mean by what he just said, what did she have to wait here?

Also, didn't he walk with Jiang Feng, why did he come back again?

Seeing his figure getting farther and farther away, Song Zhiyue was even more puzzled, was he going down the mountain?

Didn't you say that you were camping at the top of the mountain tonight?

She didn't know what Feng Chen asked her to wait for, but she still listened to him and waited obediently in place.

About half an hour later, he reappeared in sight.

Feng Dust approached her, took out a bottle of water from the bag and handed it to her.

She happened to be thirsty, so she unscrewed and drank the small half bottle in one gulp, and was about to screw the cap on the bottle when she heard Feng Chen say: "Wash the blood on your feet and close the wound with a band-aid." ”

She twisted the bottle cap with her hand, and her face instantly turned red.

Dare him to give her water, so that she can wash her feet, not for her to drink.

She said "oh oh" twice, bent down to take off the bloody socks on her feet, and washed the blood from her little toes with water.

She sat on the rock, and as she bent over, the collar of her hood was wide open, revealing a large area of skin on her breast, and an imaginary furrow.

Feng Chen was standing right in front of her, so the whiteness that caught his eyes was in his sight.

He glanced away, took a tissue from the bag and handed it to her.

Song Zhiyue didn't know that she seemed to be seducing him right now, she took the tissue and wiped the water stains on her feet, and then took the band-aid he handed her and pasted the worn wound.

She put her shoes back on, sat up straight, looked at the man in front of her, and smiled, "Thank you." ”

Feng Chen looked at her lightly, with no expression on his face: "Can you still go?" ”

She moved the toe in her shoe, as if it didn't hurt as much as she had just now: "It should be possible." ”

"Let's go." Feng Chen threw out a sentence.

She straightened up and walked in front, Dusty following her.

Although it didn't hurt as much as just now, she was still hurt, so she walked a little slowly.

Feng Chen was not in a hurry, so he followed her slowly.

Song Zhiyue asked, "Why did you suddenly come back again?" ”

The people behind him didn't say a word for a long time.

When she didn't answer herself in the future, Feng Chen opened her mouth lightly.

"The phone was left where I was eating."

She let out an "oh", she thought he had come back with a foot injury.

Neither of them spoke since.

When she rested, Feng Chen also stopped and waited for her beside her.

Because of her stop-and-go, time passed quickly.

Seeing that she was about to reach the top of the mountain, she was suddenly a little reluctant, so she deliberately slowed down, wanting Feng Chen to walk with her for a while.

Seeing that she was walking like a snail, Feng Chen lowered his eyes to her feet, and then slowed down.

It was obviously more than ten minutes away, but she had to walk for half an hour, and it was twilight before she reached the top of the mountain.

After entering everyone's field of vision, Feng Chen stopped, leaned on a half-human-high stone, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and took out a bite into his mouth.

"You go first, I'll smoke a cigarette."

Song Zhiyue nodded, pursed the corners of his mouth and said, "Thank you today." ”

If it weren't for him, she didn't know if she would have been able to stick to it.

Feng Chen lowered his head and lit the cigarette, took a puff of the cigarette on his mouth, and said while exhaling the smoke ring: "If it was Shengsheng, I wouldn't leave her alone." ”