Xu was extremely eager to survive, he suddenly felt that he had spirit, and he had strength again in his feet, and walked towards the wooden house with Yan Chuyao in his arms.

Fortunately, the door of the wooden house was unlocked, and he staggered in with her in his arms, found a bed, and put her on.

There were still some shabby bedding on the bed, and he pulled it out and covered it for her first, so that it would not freeze.

I checked her head, but fortunately it was only swollen, and there were no other obvious external injuries, and her lower clothes were soaked, and he wanted to help her change them, but he took off her pants, and his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fainted.

When Yan Chuyao woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and found herself in a strange environment, but when she saw the winged birds and trees outside the window, and the noisy bird calls, she knew that she was still on the mountain.

There was some pain in her waist, and she had some difficulty sitting up, only to find Xiao Han who was still sleeping soundly on the side of the bed.

And his hand was in her bed, and the position where he put it was actually ashamed.

She quickly took his hand away and put on her pants.

When she got out of bed, she wanted to help him to the bed, and it must have been very uncomfortable to fall asleep like this.

But he was too heavy for her to lift up.

He slept so dead that he couldn't wake up no matter how he shook it.

She had no choice but to put his arm on her shoulder and barried him up.

But when her body touched his firm chest, a hot sensation swept over her.

Sensing that something was wrong, she reached out and touched his forehead.

Ah, it's hot.

He had a fever and fainted from the burn.

Yesterday he was drenched in the rain for so long, and when he arrived in the wooden house, he fainted before he could change his clothes, and in this cold night, he froze for most of the night, and only relied on his own body warmth to dry his clothes.

Yan Chuyao was very scared, his heat was estimated to be less than forty degrees.

Seeing that his feet were covered with mud, and looking out the window, she realized that it must have rained yesterday, and he was sick from the rain.

After a lot of effort, Yan Chuyao finally dragged Xiao Han to the bed.

She found a dry towel in the wooden house, ran outside the house, found a puddle with water, moistened the towel, folded it, and applied it to Xiao Han's forehead.

She blamed herself for not letting him come with him to pick wild mountain mushrooms, and she ended up harming him like this.

His face was very pale because of the high fever, and she clutched his hand tightly, secretly praying that nothing would happen to him.

The location of the wooden house was still far from the bottom of the mountain, and she wanted to call someone to rescue them, but when she took out her mobile phone, it showed that there was no signal at all, and she threw it aside in frustration.

I don't know how many times she changed the towel, so Xiao Han's forehead was not so hot.

In the afternoon, he woke up leisurely, and saw the woman guarding him, a bitter smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a weak voice: "Thank you for taking care of me." ”

Seeing Xiao Han wake up and say that Chu Yao was as happy as if he had won the lottery jackpot, but when he heard that he was thanking himself, a touch of sourness instantly hit his heart, and tears fell down his eyes.

Even if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she knew what he had done for her, and it was she who should thank him, not him in turn.

He sat up and raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face for her, "Silly girl, I'm not dead, why are you crying?" ”