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Song Yan was sulking when suddenly Shu Changyu grabbed her arm.

"you……"

He was startled for a moment, then looked over warily, wondering if Shu Changyu wanted to hit him.

Unfortunately, it was pitch dark and I could only barely see a blurry shadow, unable to make out his expression.

I could only hear his voice, which was slightly cold and a bit impatient: "Walk faster, or we won't be able to get into the mountain until dawn."

Song Yan just shut up.

The hand that grasped his arm was neither light nor heavy, but its presence was so strong that it could not be ignored.

Just like Shu Changyu himself, with his unquestionable strength and oppression, a cold and indifferent look can make people surrender.

For a moment, Song Yan's mind was full of thoughts.

Strange, doesn’t the heroine dislike physical contact with others?

Could it be that he remembered it wrongly, and the heroine with mysophobia was from another novel?

He didn't think any more about it.

With Shu Changyu leading the way, they indeed walked faster.

The road on the mountain was rugged, and at this moment he didn't care about the taboos between men and women and just climbed up the mountain first.

Although it is a bit embarrassing for a grown man to be accompanied by a young girl when climbing a mountain, who can blame him for being thick-skinned? At least it’s okay as long as no outsiders know about it.

The two walked for a long time, and it was almost dawn.

The eastern sky gradually turned white, and the morning star was like a bright pearl, hanging at the junction of night and dawn.

Song Yan was so tired that she was out of breath. "How long do we have to walk?"

Shu Changyu said casually: "We just reached the foot of the mountain, and you're tired already?"

No way, they have been walking for an hour, why are they still wandering around at the foot of the mountain? !

Are you kidding me?

At this moment, Song Yan was like a dead dog being dragged away. He said weakly, "Can I sit down and rest for a while?"

It was daybreak and the light was dim, but it was not difficult to see the road clearly, so Shu Changyu let go of his arm and walked in front.

"Walk for another half an hour."

"Wait, wait for me." Song Yan gritted her teeth and followed.

Half an hour later, it was completely light.

The morning glow shines on the mountains, and the layers of clouds are dyed golden, like flames burning in the sky, which is beautiful beyond words.

Song Yan let out a deep breath, and the cool air penetrated into her heart and lungs, making her feel instantly refreshed.

I stood and watched the sunrise for a while, then moved my feet and found that my feet were sore and painful.

He found a rock by the roadside and sat down. He wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve and was a little out of breath when he spoke: "I really can't walk anymore."

Looking at Shu Changyu again, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, and even his hair was not messy.

He still looked casual, as if he was just going out for a walk.

Unlike him, he is as tired as a dead dog.

It's really irritating to see people compare to each other.

"Then let's take a break." Shu Changyu leaned his shoulders against the tree.

He was still dressed in white, as light and pure as the mist in the mountains.

A beauty is a beauty. Just standing there quietly, she is as beautiful as a painting. Even if she is in the deep mountains and forests, she looks like a fairy who accidentally fell into the world.

He seems to have a special liking for white. Every time I see him, he is wearing white clothes. I have seen him wearing clothes of other colors.

This beautiful face, if painted with bright colors, will be breathtakingly beautiful.

Song Yan couldn't help but take a few glances, and her mind began to imagine what he would look like in red clothes.

The red dress is as fiery as fire and as bright as clouds. Walking between mountains and rivers, she is like a burning flame, gorgeous and dazzling.

No, no, Song Yan shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of the imaginary images in her mind.

He secretly scolded himself in his heart, Song Yan, wake up, that's the heroine!

It's not something a cannon fodder like you can dream of. Think about what happened to the original owner.

His legs were broken, he was left wandering the streets, and died miserably on a cold night.

His mind cleared up a bit, and then he looked away.

But he didn't notice that just when he looked away, Shu Changyu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him coldly.

Looking at his blushing face and beating heart, Shu Changyu said irritably, "What nonsense are you thinking about again?"

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly denied it: "I didn't mean to mess around!"

He felt wronged. What did "again" mean? He had only just thought about it once, and he didn't have any unhealthy fantasies.

Just think about it, it's not against the law.

Seeing the dissatisfaction in his eyes, Shu Changyu said coldly: "If you dare to think about it again, I will twist your head off."

Song Yan shrank back and touched her neck. Not only did she not let him think about it, but she was also so fierce.

Who can stand such a bad temper?

Silently observe three seconds of silence for the male protagonist who has not yet appeared.

He held his breath for a while, and then his stomach growled with hunger. He put down the backpack and said to himself, "It's time to have breakfast."

Shu Changyu glanced sideways: "Are you hungry?"

Song Yan asked back: "Aren't you hungry?"

Without waiting for Shu Changyu to ask a question, he took out a scallion pancake from his backpack.

Scallion pancakes contain a lot of oil, so it is inevitable that your hands will get dirty when you eat them. So Song Yan wraps them in oil paper to avoid getting her hands dirty.

Shu Changyu asked, "Did you bring food into the mountains?"

Song Yan let out a sigh and said as a matter of course: "If you stay in the mountains for a whole day without any food, won't you be hungry?"

Shu Changyu raised his eyes and said, "There are prey on the mountain. If you are hungry, you can eat it locally."

Song Yan was stunned. He blamed the slogan "Setting fire to the mountain will result in life imprisonment" for being so deeply rooted in people's minds that he even forgot that he was no longer in modern times.

He held up the scallion pancake and asked Shu Changyu: "Do you want to eat scallion pancake?"

Shu Changyu frowned: "Add chopped green onions?"

This question was inexplicable, and Song Yan retorted: "Aren't you talking nonsense? Can scallion pancakes be made without chopped green onions?"

Song Yan was still holding up the scallion pancake and complained, "Are you going to eat it or not? My hands are tired from holding it up."

Shu Changyu hesitated for a moment and said, "Eat."

He took the scallion pancake, took a bite, and his frown relaxed.

The rich aroma of the pancake makes the taste of chopped green onions less intolerable.

After eating a piece of scallion pancake, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. The taste of chopped green onions still made him feel uncomfortable.

The scallion pancake has been left out overnight, so of course it’s not as fragrant as when it’s just out of the pan.

Song Yan didn't mind. It was good enough to have something to eat outside.

He took a bite of the scallion pancake and found it a little dry, so he took out his water bag and took a sip of water.

He didn't dare drink too much, for fear that he would have to urinate urgently. When he was looking for a place to relieve himself, he couldn't ask Shu Changyu for help.

After all, he was a girl, and Song Yan found it difficult to tell him that she was going to the toilet.

After eating a few scallion pancakes and feeling half full, he asked Shu Changyu, "Do you want more? I have more."

Shu Changyu shook his head: "No need."

Seeing that he seemed a little uncomfortable, Song Yan did not force him anymore, but said: "Do you have a water bag? Drink some water and rinse your mouth."

"No." Shu Changyu was in a bad mood and didn't want to speak.

If it were someone else, he wouldn't even bother to respond with a single word.

Why didn’t you even bring a water bag?

Song Yan looked at him quickly. He was only wearing a short knife and had nothing else with him.

Shu Changyu didn't explain.

Before, when they went into the mountains, Shu Changsheng was responsible for carrying things, and he only focused on hunting.

The two of them went there and returned on the same day and never spent the night in the mountains.

According to their pace, they would have already entered the mountains by now.

It’s not like now. Nearly two hours have passed and we are still wandering halfway up the mountain.

Song Yan had no choice but to say, "Let's look for spring water in the mountains later."

Anyway, he had rested enough, so he put on the backpack again and said, "We can go now."