Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Wen Ling didn't expect that the weather was fine in the morning, but suddenly turned bad in the afternoon. She led her people to evacuate in time, otherwise they would have been buried in the soil.

It is impossible to return by the same route, so we can only find a new way and take a longer detour.

The big drops of rain hit people's faces painfully. Wen Ling looked at the mess behind him and left quickly.

As she walked, Wen Ling thought that perhaps this was also an opportunity. Faking her death could make the journey back to Nanchen smoother. Moreover, if Wen Zhi did not kill her on the way, when she entered the Nanchen Imperial City, Wen Zhi might still do something desperate.

Wen Ling had just led her men back to the base camp when she heard Xiao Qi tell her that Xiao Zhiyan was looking for her at the collapsed mountain in the south.

The rain was so heavy that the mountain might collapse a second time if it did. Upon receiving the news, Wen Ling hurried south again.

When Xiao Zhiyan arrived, what he saw was a mess. The road was blocked and he could not see anything. The tents were buried deep under the mud and rocks.

Everyone stood in the distance, facing the heavy rain and looking at the mess not far away. Seeing this scene, Xiao Zhiyan's hostility and anger rose sharply. He walked forward, grabbed someone and threw him into the puddle.

"Are they all dead? Dig."

His hair was wet and stuck to his sides. The cold wind was howling. Xiao Zhiyan was wearing thin clothes, but no matter how biting the cold was at this moment, it was not as severe as the chill in his heart. His fingers were clenched tightly in his palms.

The leader in front bravely walked up to Xiao Zhiyan.

"Your Highness, this mountain could collapse again at any time. It's really not advisable to approach it. Besides, it's been so long, and the people buried underneath are probably already—"

"Already what?"

Xiao Zhiyan pinched his neck and looked at him with a vicious expression.

"Even if you die, she won't die. Go dig. If you keep talking nonsense, you don't need to live now."

His breathing gradually became short. The subordinate whose neck was released by Xiao Zhiyan staggered back two steps unsteadily, lowered his head and quickly said yes.

Then he led his men to the cracked ground.

When Wen Ling rushed over, she saw Xiao Zhiyan in front of her, his whole body covered in mud and in a mess, busy digging.

Wen Ling went forward to pull him, but he pushed her away fiercely.

"roll."

Xiao Zhiyan thought that the angry voice was here to persuade him to go back, so he yelled without even turning his head.

"Ayan."

Wen Ling tried to pull him again, and her hands were as cold as popsicles. This time, Xiao Zhiyan did not shake her off, but his body suddenly froze.

He turned around suddenly and saw Wen Ling standing in front of him and looking at him, unharmed.

The hand being held exuded a trace of warmth, which flowed directly into every part of the body and warmed the almost cold heart.

Xiao Zhiyan held Wen Ling's hand tightly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"I'm fine. We evacuated just in time."

Wen Ling looked at the precarious mountain in front of him, which was likely to collapse again at any time, and quickly called for everyone to evacuate.

Seeing Wen Ling coming, Yuan Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how we try to persuade His Highness, he won't listen. God bless Her Highness the Crown Princess, she's fine, otherwise these people would probably be in danger of their lives.

Wen Ling brought his men back to the tent. Xiao Zhiyan was covered in mud, including on his clothes and hair, not to mention his hands. He was almost turning into a mud man.

Along the way, Xiao Zhiyan held Wen Ling's hand tightly, and his eyes never left her for a moment.

It wasn't until he returned to the tent that he had hot water brought to him and simply cleaned off the mud on his body. After Xiao Zhiyan washed his slender hands, there were wounds on his fingers and palms.

Wen Ling held his fingers and kissed them.

"Don't you feel any pain? Are you stupid? If I were really buried, I would be dead. Even if you dug me out, it would just be a corpse."

But Xiao Zhiyan didn't listen and buried himself in her arms.

The heartbeat frequency gradually returned to normal, but the fear in my heart still did not dissipate.

"That has to be dug out, so it can stay with me every day."

Eh, Wen Ling gave him a look of disdain.

"That stinks."

Looking at her lively eyes, the coldness in Xiao Zhiyan's eyes faded a little.

"Then A Lingzang should also be buried with me."

Meeting those deep and understanding eyes, Wen Ling's heart trembled for a moment.

"Your Highness, the water is ready."

Yuan Jiu's voice came from outside the tent. Wen Ling looked at his pale lips and said, "You take a bath first."

She should go back and wash up, as her body felt sticky and uncomfortable after being caught in the rain.

But Xiao Zhiyan didn't let her go. He bent down and rested his chin on her shoulder, holding her hand tightly. He leaned close to her ear and his voice was sticky.

"A Ling, come take a shower with me."

"Wash yourself."

Wen Ling pulled his hand away and glanced at him.

Xiao Zhiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hands and placed them in front of Wen Ling's eyes for her to see.

"You have an injury on your hand, so don't touch water."

"Then let Yuanjiu help."

A flash of disgust flashed across Xiao Zhiyan's eyes, and he rubbed his head against Wen Ling's neck.

"Only A Ling can see my body."

Xiao Zhiyan was determined not to let Wen Ling leave. Wen Ling raised an eyebrow, but it was not impossible.

The air was filled with heat, Wen Ling was combing his hair, and Xiao Zhiyan leaned on Wen Ling in enjoyment.

Being honest with each other, he felt quite comfortable. After washing his hair, Wen Ling wiped his neck and arms with a wet handkerchief.

Not long after, Xiao Zhiyan's warning was heard, and the corners of his eyes, which seemed to be stained by the heat, were bright red.

Xiao Zhiyan turned around and hugged Wen Ling, rubbing her neck coquettishly.

"A Ling, I feel uncomfortable."

Wen Ling raised the corners of her mouth, then suppressed the smile and spoke.

"Bear it."

However, Xiao Zhiyan was not satisfied with her answer. He hugged her and kissed her on the neck. He would not stop until Wen Ling felt as uncomfortable as he did.

Wen Ling let him be sticky. After a while, Wen Ling was still indifferent, but Xiao Zhiyan felt even more uncomfortable.

He raised his eyes to look at Wen Ling with impatience, his hands never stopping the teasing movements.

Wen Ling raised an eyebrow, pulled his hand away, put on her clothes and walked out of the bathtub, placing his clothes within reach.

"Come out by yourself when you're done washing."

This was inside the tent, and any movement could be heard clearly from outside. Wen Ling had no interest in performing any pornographic scenes with him here.

Xiao Zhiyan raised his head and looked at Wen Ling aggrievedly. Seeing that she was still indifferent, the darkness in his eyes gradually thickened. Hearing the sound of water, Xiao Zhiyan quickly grabbed her hand and brought her back into the water.

"Xiao Zhiyan."

The clothes she had just put on were wet again.

When I looked up, I saw that the little madman was indifferent. He hugged her and kissed her, and undressed her very skillfully.

A muffled voice reached my ears.

"A Ling, I won't make a sound."

His eyes were red, probably because he was frightened by what happened today. He was soft-hearted for a moment and was taken advantage of by him.

As his breath fluctuated, Wen Ling raised her hand and touched the corner of his eye.

It's crazy, but it's also really delicious.

Xiao Zhiyan's eyes were hazy, and he rubbed against her fingertips like a cat begging for its owner's love, then raised his hand and held it tightly.