Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Does it hurt?" it seems that the consciousness has just separated. Dongfang Shijin tries to concentrate his attention, and his heart seems to ache a little with the wound on Ye Qingcheng's leg.

"OK."

The light rain drizzled on the body, but the pain was weakened. It was more cold and penetrated into the bones.

Dongfang Shijin held Ye Qingcheng's hand tightly. His eyes looked around, as if he was looking for a place to rest temporarily.

There is a small cave not far away. There are disorderly blown down shrubs and some dew wetted weeds at the mouth of the cave.

There was some mud over there. Ye Qingcheng was almost numb with cold. She looked along the eyes of Dongfang Shijin and naturally saw it.

Dongfang Shijin looked back at her and whispered, "let's go there to hide for a while and take shelter from the rain."

"OK."

Ye Qingcheng had no objection, so he took the hand of Dongfang Shijin and walked slowly towards the cave. The path was muddy, deep and shallow. He always felt as if life was condensing here.

The environment inside the cave is not very good. There are potholes. There is water everywhere, and the environment is very narrow. It may only make people straighten up in it, and there are some unpleasant smells, such as the smell of wild animals once lived here.

Dongfang Shijin finally found a gentle place, on which some drops of water fell, but fortunately, it can at least cover the wind and rain outside.

“……”

Ye Qingcheng sat down on the ground. Fortunately, it was not so wet here, but Dongfang Shijin walked aside.

Aware of Ye Qingcheng's eyes, Dongfang Shijin just whispered to comfort her, "darling, I'll take some firewood there and won't go out."

"OK."

The heart of the city has always been very anxious. It always feels as if what will happen, even if the Eastern Silk is beside her. But the city of Ye is afraid that everything will turn into foam at that moment.

She looked at the figure of Dongfang Shijin as if she had lost some weight. The fog in the cave seemed to be dense. There was a small pile of firewood next to it, which seemed to be burned. Someone should have stayed here before. After all, some Westerners like jungle exploration and other activities.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the rock wall of the cave. His stomach was a little cooing. He couldn't tell where he was. He was always uncomfortable.

Dongfang Shijin took some firewood from there and sat down next to Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng leaned there. He always felt as if he was confused. What happened these days is not true and complete.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the shoulder of Dongfang Shijin and was a little confused. Dongfang Shijin lit the firewood with his portable lighter. The hot feeling burned Ye Qingcheng's lower leg, as if the wound was coagulating a little.

From time to time outside came the sound of birds singing.

Ye Qingcheng held up his tired eyes slightly and looked at Dongfang Shijin wiping her lower legs with a handkerchief. Ye Qingcheng suddenly had acid in his eyes. Tears almost rolled down in such a hurry and fell on Dongfang Shijin's shirt. His shirt was wet by rain, and there were some Stubbles on his side face that had not been shaved.

Ye Qingcheng's heart seems to have a big group of grievances exploding.

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