The sand 'whipped 'at the iron sheet of the truck', there were no lights, no starlight, only a manic storm stuck in the throat. My arms were locked tighter and tighter, and only then could I get a little less scared.

Originally, it was just me holding him, but after a while, I felt a hand gently caress my back, and he patted my trembling shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid." ”

"Yes. I replied vaguely, still reluctant to take my face away from his arms, and only felt his warm body temperature motionlessly. It's just that he just said a word, and my heart settled, and my tone relaxed a little, "Fortunately, there is still a person here, even if something happens, there is company." ”

Moussa chuckled twice, stroking my hair, intentionally or unintentionally, hooking his fingertips and picking up a strand of hair and gently winding it.

My scalp tingled, and then a gentle, magnetic male voice sounded, "Cece, be obedient." Don't think anything will happen, we'll all be fine. ”

In such a lingering and gentle tone, he said, "Cece, be obedient." ”

My hand around his waist stiffened.

All of a sudden, the wind whistled outside the window louder, and the rhythm of the sand and dust hitting the iron sheet became a little denser.

After a sharp jolt of the truck, the surroundings were quiet, and after a while, the wind faded away, and the rolled up sand fell back to the ground.

In the cockpit, there was no hunting sound of wind and sand, only the sound of each other's breathing.

It was still dark in front of me.

At this moment, I heard the voice of Mousa above me, still calm and melodious, "The most dangerous part is over. ”

Hearing this, I knew that I had no reason to continue to lie in his arms, so I slowly let go of the hand that was tightly holding his waist, got up and sat up straight, and gathered the hair around my ears, remembering the light winding of his fingers just now, the tips of the hair brushed against his cheeks, and the skin was itching, and the heart was itching.

We were enclosed in a small space in the cockpit of the truck, and the glass of the windows was 'covered' with a thick layer of dust, and we couldn't see the scenery outside. There was no light, no sound, and I rubbed my hands together in an attempt to soothe the eerie silence with the sound of Sississo.

Moses didn't speak, I didn't speak, I knew he was within reach of my reach, but he still couldn't open his mouth. The manic sandstorm is unsettling, and the dead silence at this time makes people breathe 'disordered'.

Suddenly, I felt a hand reach over my back, wrap my arms around my waist, and with a violent force, take me into my arms.

I was so shocked by this sudden movement that I didn't know what to do for a while. This time, instead he clasped my waist tightly with his hands and rested his head on my shoulders.

I was a little incredulous, so I quietly let him hold him, and after a while, I asked softly: "What do you mean?"

There was no answer. All I heard was the sound of Mossa's rapid breathing.

I stood for a long time, silently brewing in my heart, changed the way, and asked, "Why do you draw me in your notebook?"

There was a choked sobs in his throat, and he tilted his head slightly: "Because ......"

He dragged out his tone, as if he couldn't say anything. My heart sank slightly, and for a while, I endured a lot of questions and said, "Why did you lie to me that the iftar meal was received casually? Why did you teach me go-kart? Why...... You insist on coming to the desert?"

Hearing this, Moses' body stiffened slightly, and I could not help but feel my throat dry and indescribable.

Slowly, he let go of my waist, and just when I thought he was going to be gone, I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my face, gently, quietly, with a gentle trembling.