[ABO] My husband is a little weird today

The sweltering air began to become humid, along with a hint of coolness and joy.

The light rain is pattering, and it will make a "pop" sound when it hits the tent.

When Mr. Hao and Mr. Zhou entered the tent, they were soaked all over, and their thin clothes stuck to their bodies, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Mr. Hao turned on the light on his mobile phone, rummaged in his bag, and found only a clean towel.He took out the towel and handed it to Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou stared at the towel, froze for a moment, but didn't pick it up.

Mr. Hao thought he disliked the dirty towel, so he said, "This one is clean...I haven't used it before."

Mr. Zhou shook his head and said, "You drench harder than I do, so wipe it off."

Mr. Hao smiled relaxedly, put the towel directly on Mr. Zhou's shoulder, and said, "It's okay, you're welcome."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Hao turned his back and took off his soaked shirt, exposing the sinews of his upper body.The wheat-colored skin was wet from the rain, reflecting the light in the dim light of the mobile phone.

Mr. Hao twisted his wet clothes, but water dripped out.

Although his trousers were also wet, Mr. Hao dared not take them off with Mr. Zhou around.

Mr. Hao suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhou's foot was still injured, so he turned around and asked:

"Mr. Zhou, how is your foot?"

Mr. Zhou's complexion was not very good all the time, and he replied softly as if he was powerless: "I don't know...it doesn't seem to hurt now."

Mr. Hao took a mobile phone to take pictures of his feet, only to find that his right foot was covered in blood, and he couldn't see where the stabbing wound was.

Mr. Hao was startled. He handed the phone to Mr. Zhou and said nervously, "You take the phone and help me take pictures, and I'll wipe it for you."

Mr. Zhou didn't say anything, and took the phone over.

Mr. Hao took the toilet paper beside him, tore off a small piece, and wiped it from the toes first.

"Do you remember where the wound was?"

"It's pretty good anyway."

"What stabbed it?"

"Maybe it's a branch? I don't know."

Mr. Hao changed several pieces of paper one after another, but they were rubbed red, and there was a tendency to wipe them endlessly.

Mr. Hao concentrated on wiping, and murmured, "Why are you bleeding so much..."

Mr. Zhou stared blankly at the top of Mr. Hao's head. Under the light, there was a stick of raised hair swaying with Mr. Hao's movements.

Like a dancing elf, Mr. Zhou thought.

......

After wiping for a long time, Mr. Hao finally wiped off the excess blood. At this time, he could clearly see a blue-purple scratch on Mr. Zhou's ankle.

Mr. Hao took a closer look, and guessed that the wound was not that deep, but he could clearly see the meat turned inside out, and Mr. Hao was breathing heavily in distress.

"Does it still hurt?"

Mr. Zhou quickly put his foot back, and replied: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it should be fine."

Originally, Mr. Zhou was already numb to the pain of the wound, but just now Mr. Hao's fiery breath hit it, and it started to tingle inexplicably again.

The sound of the rain outside became smaller and smaller, and soon became inaudible.Mr. Hao opened the zipper of the tent and looked out, only to find that the rain had stopped.

A cool wind came and blew into the tent.

Mr. Zhou also took off his shirt, folded it neatly, put it next to Mr. Hao's shirt on a wooden stick, and hung it outside the tent.

Mr. Zhou sat back and saw Mr. Hao playing with his mobile phone.

"Still no signal?"

"Ah."

"Where's your phone, Mr. Zhou?"

Mr. Zhou smiled helplessly and said, "The battery has long since run out."

Mr. Hao looked at the little battery on his mobile phone, sighed, and realized the importance of carrying a power bank with him.

goo—

When the voice came out, both of them were stunned.

Mr. Hao spoke first: "You?"

Mr. Zhou shook his head: "I feel like it's you."

Mr. Hao smiled: "That's weird, I still think it's you."

As soon as the words fell, there was another sound.

goo—

Mr. Hao lowered his head and laughed loudly: "Haha, it seems to be really me. I'm hungry again."

Mr. Zhou looked at him and smiled, and said, "It's not just you, I'm actually hungry too."

"That's right, I seem to have a little snack in my bag."

Mr. Hao pulled his bag over, opened the inside pocket, and dumped everything out at once.

Biscuits, cakes, beef jerky, etc. fell to the ground, pushing them into a hill on the ground.

"It's called a little bit?"

"Actually, it's more than that. Miss Jiang and I ate some just now."

Mr. Zhou looked at him, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and said, "Then you recommend to me, which one is delicious."

Mr. Hao bent over to pick, put three or four small packets of bear biscuits into Mr. Zhou's hands, and said generously, "Here, come here, you're welcome."

Mr. Zhou looked down at the bear biscuit in his hand. The pink package had a strange bear printed on it.

Because there is no light, the appearance of the little bear is not clear in dim conditions, but it always feels a little familiar.