Nan Fan smiled, it turned out that the little girl meant this.

"Well, I'm afraid that the sea cucumber won't be boiled, and when the mango is cut, it's easier to cook."

Qian Jiao thought about it, and also felt that what Nan Fan said was reasonable, and nodded with some admiration.

After feeding a bowl of soup, Qian Jiao's small belly became round again, Nan Fan smiled and added half a bowl to her, Qian Jiao barely ate a few bites, she really couldn't eat it, and finally Nan Fan had to eat the rest of the soup by herself.

There was a storm outside, and the orange fire flickered next to the fire in the stone cave, and there was more firewood with moisture on the stone wall against the wall.

Nanfan's clothes hung on Chai He, and they were still dripping with water droplets.

Qian Jiao's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, knowing that Nan Fan must have taken advantage of her falling asleep to go out to pick up Chai River and look for food.

The two of them sat by the fire for a while, Nan Fan boiled hot water, cleaned Qian Jiao briefly, checked her wounds again, and found no signs of infection or inflammation, before carrying her back to the ground bunk.

Then he began to clean up the cave again.

Qian Jiao sat on the stone wall, watching Nanfan's tall figure busy in and out of the stone cave, and the smile on her lips couldn't help but overflow.

Nan Fan felt Qian Jiao's burning gaze, turned around, and just caught the sweetness in her eyes, and her heart suddenly felt as if she had been hit by something, and she felt throbbing inexplicably.

The thin lips were slightly raised, revealing a soft smile to Qian Jiao.

When everything was ready, he walked over to the floor where the quilt was covered and checked the wet corner of the quilt, which had been dried by the fire.

Only then did he sit down, leaned in the direction of Qian Jiao, stretched out his hand, pulled her to his side, and lay down.

Qian Jiao was held in his arms, and her little face turned red instantly.

Nan Fan looked at her shy appearance, and his heart was throbbing, he forcibly suppressed the urge to kiss her, the corners of his lips hooked, rubbed the hair on the top of her head, and said in a low voice: "It's not early, go to sleep." ”

Qian Jiao's nose was full of Nanfan's clear and good smell, the palpitating smell, lingering from the tip of her nose to her heart, she could feel the heart in her chest, beating so wildly.

In the cave, except for the crackling sound of the firewood burning in the fire, and the sound of the heavy rain outside hitting the stone wall, all that was left was the sound of two people's bulging heartbeats and uneven breathing.

Until the night gets darker.

When Qian Jiao woke up again, Nan Fan was already sitting by the fire, white smoke was billowing from the hanging pot, and the stone cave was full of fragrant fragrance.

Nan Fan was stirring in the hanging pot with a soup spoon.

His well-defined side face outlines a handsome face like a knife and an axe.

With his strong waist, strong back, and slender arms, Qian Jiao feels that he is perfect everywhere.

And such a beautiful man, it is she who is dedicated to her.

Coincidentally, she knew that she seemed to be the only one she was obsessed with.

When Qian Jiao thought of this, she felt that her little face was red, and her dark eyes were also dyed with different emotions.

Nan Fan felt her gaze, turned his head, and met her eyes, seeing the confusion and affection in her eyes when she looked at him.

His heart softened, his thin lips were lightly raised, and the corners of his lips were hooked in a charming arc.

Even the voice was softly hoarse: "Wake up, get up and eat something." ”

The smile on Qian Jiao's face deepened, and before she moved, Nan Fan got up and walked towards her, grabbed it with her big hand, and directly hugged the person horizontally.

Qian Jiao put her arms around his neck, pursed her lips and snickered.

Nan Fan's doting gaze fell on the tips of her reddened ears, and finally couldn't help but drop a kiss on her forehead.

Qian Jiao was still fed by Nan Fantou until her belly was round, and then she sat down and ate her leftovers.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he watched Qian Jiao follow him with a boring look, thought about it, took out a coat from her backpack and draped it on Qian Jiao's body, and then picked her up and walked out of the stone cave.

found a place to shelter from the rain and had an excellent line of sight to sit down, let Qian Jiao sit on his lap, tighten Qian Jiao's coat, and wrap her.

The wind outside had stopped, and the rain was falling from the sky like beads with broken threads.

Beneath your feet is the deep sea, and the white waves crash against the stone walls one by one, making a muffled sound.

The sea in the distance is not far through the heavy rain curtain.

The sea and the sky seem to be in front of you, and the rain hits the sea like countless broken bubbles.

I don't know how many more days it will rain in.

Qian Jiao buried her head in Nanfan's arms, and her eyes fell quietly on the sea.

Nan Fan felt the quietness of the little man in his arms, his deep eyes trembled, and his slender arms tightened quietly, wanting to give him more warmth.

Such good times always seem to pass very quickly.

By the third day, Qian Jiao was already able to move around on her own, but Nanfan was always afraid that Qian Jiao would pull the wound, so he still insisted on hugging her around, not allowing her to get up at will, even to eat, but also to feed her by herself.

Qian Jiao, who is surrounded by love like this, has the illusion that she is still a baby, although she is a little helpless, but she is also happy.

On the fourth day, the rain finally stopped, and as soon as the August sun appeared, it was as hot as a stove baking the ground, and the stone cave began to become a little stuffy, and the fire was moved by Nanfan to the corner outside the cave to shelter from the wind.

Nanfan will carry Qian Jiao to a ventilated place outside the cave to let the wind blow, where you can blow the sea breeze, and you can also see the blue sea water under the sun, and where the sea and the sky meet, the sky is full of white clouds.

Nan Fan always went out to forage for food when Qian Jiao was asleep.

By the time Qian Jiao woke up, he had already prepared delicious food.

There is always abundant food to be found on the beach, and the nutritional value is also high, coupled with Nanfan's extraordinary cooking skills, Qian Jiao's food has actually been very good these days.

Of course, what makes her feel that her appetite is excellent is that the misunderstanding with Nan Fan is resolved, and she can be taken care of by him in every possible way.

With Nan Fan's care, Qian Jiao's injuries also improved quickly, and the complexion on her face also improved a lot.

In the evening, the sunset was sprinkled on the sea, as fine as broken gold, sparkling, Qian Jiao was waking up from a sweet dream.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and Nan Fan was stirring the soup in the hanging pot, emitting white smoke.

The man's generous back, in the sunset, looks majestic and upright, which makes people feel very relieved.

Qian Jiao showed a gentle smile and quietly watched him busy by the fire.

Nan Fan felt Qian Jiao's gaze, turned around and smiled, his deep eyes were full of smiles.

"Wake up."

He put down the spoon and got up and walked to a shady corner.

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