When I lived in a group, I didn't get along much with Moussa, but I didn't have the nervousness I used to have, and I thought that as long as I was in the desert, those twists and turns would be curtailed. However, it was not until we were left alone in the desert that I realized how wrong this idea was.

The world is far away, and our food and daily life are all in one place. I didn't dare to get too close to him, and I was afraid that I would be too far away from him, and I couldn't find a suitable distance. Although our tent was close a few days ago, it was not embarrassing because there were other people. I didn't really mind being so alone with a man, but as soon as the subject was replaced by Moussa, I panicked.

He's like I'm doomed, and I don't know what to do.

Without anyone else, we can only speak to each other. There were no more words, and they were silent in front of each other. Occasionally, my eyes intertwined, and I still felt restless. The day was fine, the heat was tiring and the spirit was much worse, but when the night was dark, and the moon was quiet, and I could only hear the sound of the grinding of sand, I could not help thinking of the 'kiss' that night was close at hand, and I almost wanted to wake Moses up like this, and I sincerely vomited out my thoughts, but at the last moment, I sighed and swallowed the words back.

He didn't say anything, so why should I say it?

Not to mention the taboo of white robes, even if it is a simple man and a 'woman' position, I can't fall into such a position.

And in the desert, when I was most disappointed, it was under such harsh conditions that Moses kept his prayer five times a day. During this time, I did not exist in his eyes, and he thought in the direction of Mecca, and he bowed down with great reverence, absolutely without distraction.

At dusk, when the sky was too dark, Moses was praying again. I glanced at him kowtowing, and without saying a word, I turned around and climbed up the high sand dunes, feeling a little sad and aggrieved in my heart. It's not that I don't respect him, it's just that every time I get to this moment, I feel so far away from him, so far away that it's hard to get close, and I can't bear to look at him anymore.

I sat down on the sand dunes in a trance, and after some time, I felt Mosa come up behind me and whispered, "Don't look at it, go back." ”

I looked up at Moussa, his handsome figure framed by the dim light, and his clear eyes faintly anxious.

In the face of such a look, my heartbeat was so panicked that I missed a beat, and quickly lowered my head to avoid his gaze, secretly complaining why he always looked at me like this, and if I continued to look at it, I was afraid that I would really can't help but pour out my heart.

While I was still pondering, Mosa's large, slender and powerful hand suddenly took hold of my small hand. The two hands were 'crossed' and knitted, and I was subconsciously interlocking with his ten fingers, and when I reacted, I couldn't help but tremble in my palms, and I wanted to 'pump' back with 'shooting' and 'sexuality'.

At that moment, Moussa's palms tightened, stopping me from moving.

As soon as my mind was hot, I almost wanted to hold him like this and not let go, and explain everything in my heart, but when I thought of his distance and detachment during the prayer, it seemed that I had been pushed far away, and I immediately restrained my mind.

"Let me look at the scenery for a while. I said weakly, trying to break free of his hand again.

Moussa didn't buy it, and even clenched it a little tighter, with obvious urgency in his voice, "It's not that I won't let you see it, it's that you don't see the scenery at all." With that, he pointed ahead with his other hand, "See for yourself what it is." ”

Hearing this, I really looked ahead. The sand dunes here are elevated and the situation is unobstructed. Far away, the sky was already gray-yellow, flying sand and rocks, the wind roared, the sky was full of yellow sand dancing wildly in the sky, and the terrifying black miasma filled the sky. And that gray and yellow is sweeping towards us with an extremely rapid momentum!

It was a sandstorm!