One night, Han Yan was in a daze.

In the midst of the nightmare, it seems that I have many dreams.

In the colorful dreams, there are Han Lin'er, Han Gang, and even Zhang Mu.

Woke up several times, and every time she opened her eyes, she vaguely saw Zhang Mu wiping her body with rain.

I was very resistant, but I was dizzy from the burn, and I only felt that on such a lonely island, there was such a companion guarding her, and I don't know why, my heart was unusually stable.

It seems that the young man in front of him gives him a different sense of security, making her feel down-to-earth, safe, and warm.

People, after all, are fragile animals, and sometimes, a piercing word will make them sad for a long time.

Han Yuyan is no exception, she has retreated from the aura of a saint, in the final analysis, she is just a girl, a girl like all girls in the world.

In the early morning, Zhang Mu touched her forehead and felt slightly better than last night.

However, looking at her frowning eyebrows and a bitter face, I knew that she was afraid that she was not getting better.

The most unfortunate thing is that on this isolated island, Zhang Mu knows nothing about medical skills, and there are no medicinal materials here, so he is really at a loss.

All you can do is to wipe her body every once in a while to cool down, then change the bandages on her wounds and feed her some water to drink.

In this way, the sun and moon in the mountains are short, and before you know it, a day has passed.

At night, Zhang Mu roasted wolf meat, ate some indiscriminately, and then smashed the jam with fruit, shredded the meat, made a thick soup for the night, and poured a little into it for Han Yuyan.

Han Yuyan woke up twice during the day, couldn't speak clearly, and waited until the evening before she fell asleep again.

Zhang Mu used a rag made of torn clothes to put on her forehead. I feel better than in the afternoon, and I feel a little relieved.

Looking at Han Yuyan sleeping in front of him, Zhang Mu couldn't help but sigh.

Outside, the bonfire was blazing, and the light of the fire shone in the cave, flickering and dimming.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, Han Yuyan's pretty face that captivated the country and the city showed a slight hint of pain.

His face was pale, and he had a pair of eyebrows, either moving or making a snort. It's very distressing.

The graceful body, half-covered and half-hidden, the skin like jade gelatin, seems to be blown and broken.

In her sleep, she is like a fairy dripping into the mortal world, a water lily that blooms quietly in the quiet night.

The creator is really eccentric, and a woman with a face like Han Yuyan can be said to be the darling of God.

Zhang Mu to her. It's very emotionally complicated.

The emotions between people are far from being as simple as love and hate.

In all fairness, Zhang Mu does covet her beauty, just ask. But as long as a man in his right mind, who doesn't like beautiful women?

Human nature is to like beautiful things, which ignites people's desires. That's why we have this colorful world.

However, he also knew that he could not have any entanglement with Han Yuyan. Then the slightest bit will drag him into the abyss.

However, fate makes people, and now looking at the sleeping Han Yuyan, Zhang Mu can only smile bitterly.

Before I knew it, a wave of tiredness struck.

I didn't sleep until dawn last night, and I watched Han Yuyan for another day during the day, and Zhang Mu's spirit was already sleepy.

At this moment, there was silence outside, Zhang Mu finally couldn't hold it anymore, fell to the ground, and snored everywhere.

In the second half of the night, the bonfire gradually went out, and under the clear gust of sea breeze, Han Yuyan couldn't help curling up into a ball.

In the nightmare of the dream, it felt as if it was a cold winter.

Instinctively, after she touched Zhang Mu, she felt the temperature on Zhang Mu's body, and hugged Zhang Mu.

The continuous fever had almost exhausted the energy in her body, and Zhang Mu had undoubtedly become her furnace.

In her sleep, she dreamed of Han Gang, and the two of them spent the moon and the moon, complaining to each other.

In her sleep, Han Gang kissed her and stroked her, making her melt.

However, I don't know why, Han Gang's face gradually changed to Zhang Mu.

I don't know why, but when I look at Zhang Mu again, I don't hate it as much as before.

In the absurd dream, Han Yuyan didn't even resist at all, just like they were in the wild for the first time, hearty.

Zhang Mu, who was sleeping, was tightly hugged by Han Yuyan, out of breath, and dreamed that he was crushed by a mountain.

After opening his eyes, he found Han Yuyan hugging him tightly.

Zhang Mu tried hard to break her hand, but Han Yuyan hugged her very tightly.

Zhang Mu felt her delicate body, trembling for a while, knowing that she was afraid that she would burn again.

It's just that, as a normal man, being held by such a stunning beauty, it is natural to react.

Zhang Mu's breathing began to become more and more rapid.

Reason and desire kept clashing in Zhang Mu's mind.

It was easy to wait for Han Yuyan to let go, Zhang Mu wanted to quickly vacate this place first, calm down.

But as expected, Han Yuyan's lips came up.

In the dark, Han Yuyan, who was confused, only thought it was a dream.

Zhang Mu was kissed by her, and the last trace of reason was gradually withdrawn from his body.

Finally, Zhang Mu couldn't help it.

As soon as he turned over and pressed Han Yuyan under him, through the thin clothes, Zhang Mu felt the temperature emanating from her ketone body.

Clung to her lower body, it was already hot and humid.

Han Yuyan in the chaos is like a lonely boat in the stormy waves, just looking for an outlet for catharsis, feeling as if her body has been ignited, and the heat is unbearable.

She kept twisting her waist, and Zhang Mu collapsed directly at this moment.

He roughly removed Han Yuyan's belly pocket, and one hand went deep into her pants, Han Yuyan couldn't help but raise her hips, bit her lip and snorted.

Zhang Mu's palm felt a damp heat, and before Zhang Mu could react, Han Yuyan kissed Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu's wheezing became heavier and heavier, a stream of blood rushed to the top of his head, he tore open Han Yuyan's pants, and then the two naked bodies were tightly pressed together.

At this moment, just like the land that has been dry for a long time, it has been moistened by rain and dew, and the turbulent river is rushing down and pouring into the sea, dripping freely.

Han Yuyan cooperated with Zhang Mu emotionally, and Zhang Mu also tried her best.

For a long time, there was a sudden thunderclap outside, and the stone walls of the cave were illuminated by electric light.

Zhang Mu finally let out a low roar, Han Yuyan's delicate body trembled for a while, hugged Zhang Mu tightly, and it took a long time to calm down.

Outside, a light rain began to fall into the sky.

Inside the cave, there were only two people gasping one after another.

After the hustle and bustle, Han Yuyan opened her eyes slightly, thinking that she was a dream, a dream that made people blush and heartbeat.

However, when she saw Zhang Mu's slightly immature face, she couldn't help but be stunned. (To be continued......)