Chapter Twenty-Seven: His Side Face

Finally, there is a downhill slope, which is steep and long.

Xiang Qian raised her leg and tried it first, then retracted it. It's too steep, I'm afraid he won't know the way and fall down. There was the sound of running behind him, and Zhao Lei and Chen Zhi also arrived.

The first team to arrive was able to skip the 3,000-meter run, so they worked very hard. Seeing that Xiang Qian was still thinking, Zhao Lei didn't say a word, pressed Chen Zhi to the ground and sat down, hugged him tightly, and the two ...... quickly

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Xiang Qian and the assistant coach on the side looked at the black lines on their heads.

"Ouch......!" The two men rolled crookedly and slammed into the mud wall to the side, shivering in pain.

There's still a chance!

Xiang Qian looked around, looked at the slippery downhill, and then raised his eyes to look at Zhu Hang. Blinked, half-knelt in front of him, and pulled him to squat on the ground.

Zhu Hang suddenly felt that he was breathing more in front of him. Warm, quick, bursts of plop on his cheeks. There is also the familiar orange lemon scent.

In the next second, the button on the neckline was unfastened. Instinctively clenching those hands, he was stunned for a second, and then let them continue.

Descending, the hands rested on the lower abdomen. He paused back, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons himself. Then, warm breath ran from his cheeks to behind his ears, and his coat was quickly removed from his shoulders to his arms.

Zhu Hang pursed his lips.

Xiang Qian got up and took off her own, tied the sleeves of the two coats together, pulled up Zhu Hang again, and walked to the wall of the ramp. She pressed Zhu Hang against the wall, took the coat and ran her hands through his waist, and tied a knot around her body.

Seeing that the two people rolling in front of him were about to go to the bottom, Xiang Qian took a deep breath, pulled Zhu Hang's left hand and put it on his shoulder, put his right hand on his shoulder, and pressed down hard. In this way, the two of them bent their legs, their backs against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, half-squatting, and began to slide down the ramp.

Halfway through, the sweat on Akane's forehead slid down her cheeks. Zhu Hang was too tall, and the arm on his shoulder was sore and numb, and she couldn't help but turn her wrist.

In the next second, a pair of large hands were covered, and her hands were brought to her waist by him.

My heart pounded.

In autumn, the Fairy Mountain is orange and yellow, and the afternoon sun shines on people. But Xiang Qian felt that this afternoon was too hot. She wore army green short-sleeved hair extensions, a camouflage jacket tied around her waist, and Zhu Hang on the right was close to her.

My hands were cold just now, but now I am a lot hotter with exercise. It was the first time for her to hug a man she didn't know well.

Raising her eyes, Xiang Qian felt that the line from his jaw to his neck was really good-looking.

The photographer who followed the photo held up the camera with a smile.

When the two of them walked to the finish line out of breath, they learned that there was still one final hurdle.

"The two swapped, and the person who led the way before is now blindfolded; At the same time, you have to tie one leg and walk through the maze in front of you on three legs. After the two of them stood still, the assistant teacher read out the rules, and then tied a black cloth to Xiang Qian and blindfolded her. and tied the feet of the two of them, one on the left and one on the right.

Untying Zhu Hang's blindfold, he said, "Go ahead, if it's fast enough, you can still catch up with them." ”

Zhao Lei and Chen Zhi just entered the labyrinth.

Taking the map in the assistant teacher's hand, Zhu Hang looked at Xiang Qian, who was a head shorter than him, and his gaze stopped on her right hand - she was waiting for him to hold her, just like just now.

His big hand took her shoulder, and with a strong force, he strode forward with her. Xiang Qian was not mentally prepared, his legs were long, and he stepped away, and was dragged by him, stumbling and almost falling.

All she could hear was the sound of breathing and the wind, and it was dark in front of her. Every step she took scared her, as if it was an instinctive fear of the unknown. In these few steps, the two of them stumbled and staggered.