Just when I had this idea, she took the initiative to speak. Naturally, I opened my arms and motioned for her to get into my arms.
With my permission, she said thank you, then crawled over and nestled against my chest, and I could smell her unique smell in my nostrils.
It's probably a woman's body scent. This scent is similar to Xiaoye's scent, but it's different in some ways.
"Brother, it's very uncomfortable for me to sleep without a pillow. Can I put your arm on my head?" The short-haired woman in my arms asked again at this time.
When she spoke, her breath hit my neck and chest, which made me feel itchy. Naturally, I didn't mind, and stretched out my arms to rest on her.
As soon as she put the pillow on the pillow, she suddenly turned her back in disgust and said at the same time: "Oh, it smells like kebabs."
Apparently it was due to the stench from my armpits.
I cursed in my heart:
We have reached this juncture, and those who still despise this and that will be fine if they have a pillow.
On the lips, I said that men all have this smell since they haven't showered for a long time, and it's normal for the smell to be stronger.
She said she knew, and when she was done, she arched her body as far back as possible, and pressed her closer to me. At this time, I didn't care so much, and hugged her directly to keep the two of us as warm as possible. .
At first, I didn’t have any bad intentions, but later on, she kept pushing back. I am a grown man, so naturally I began to think wildly. This thought was a bit dishonest, and she probably felt it too. , and later moved his body forward.
I felt embarrassed at this time, thinking that people must know what I was thinking, and maybe they would warn me later, but to my surprise, she just moved away and didn't say anything.
I think she probably understands that now her whole life is in my hands, how can she dare to warn me? It would be better if she didn't say it. Maybe if she does, I will take her down regardless of the situation. Then she will lose her temper. nothing.
Of course, even if I had some reaction, I wouldn't really do anything to her.
I don’t know whether it was because it was too cold, or because she felt that I was not that kind of person and felt relieved about me. Later, she didn’t care whether I had any reaction or not, and leaned back again. She nestled next to me like a little shrimp. Without thinking too much, he put his other hand around her waist and tried to sleep.
Anyway, what can I say?
It was a very uncomfortable night and I didn't sleep well at all.
The next morning, when I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw the face of a woman with short hair.
She was sound asleep at the time, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.
I looked at her eyebrows, nose and mouth, and thought that this girl was indeed pretty, with delicate facial features, and she looked like a little southern woman. It would be a pity if she died in the desert later.
It was at this time that I saw from the corner of my eye that her collar seemed to be wide open. I looked down slightly and saw where the collar was wide open. There was only one button left on her shirt, but this button was not there anymore. is open.
Although I was wearing a bra underneath, the bra was a little out of alignment probably because I was tossing and squeezing it back and forth at night, so I could clearly see some things I shouldn't have seen.
This guy made my heartbeat speed up a lot, and my body also reacted a little.
At this moment, I suddenly felt something seemed to be at the base of my thigh. After moving a little, I realized that the hand of the short-haired woman was just there.
This made me even more uneasy. I was afraid that she would be embarrassed when she woke up, so I coughed, then sat up and pushed her away.
The short-haired girl opened her eyes in a daze, then rubbed her eyes and looked at me: "Brother, you're awake."
Maybe I just saw something I shouldn't have seen, and I felt a little guilty when I looked at her, so I quickly turned around and pointed to the sand dune not far away and said, "Well, I'll go up there to see if there's anything nearby. You Just keep sleeping here."
Seeing that I was leaving, she immediately sat up: "You...you are not going to leave me, are you?"
"No, my bag is still there. I went up and shouted twice. If no one answered, I came back."
The short-haired woman still looked a little panicked, but she still nodded and let me go.
When I climbed up the sand dune, I had to look back every time I climbed. Every time I looked back, the short-haired girl was sitting there looking at me, as if she was afraid that I would run away. This made me dumbfounded.
When I reached the top of the dune, I shouted to the nearby people, hoping to get some response, but the result was the same as before, which disappointed me.
After making sure no one was nearby, I returned to the shelter.
"Brother, I'm so hungry and thirsty." The short-haired woman came out of the shelter, her clothes already arranged.
I smiled bitterly and said that I was also hungry and thirsty now, and I would see if I could think of a way to find some water later.
In fact, being hungry is more bearable for me now, because we have eaten very little recently and have become accustomed to the feeling of hunger. However, I haven’t drunk water for almost a day, my mouth is dry, and I don’t want to say anything.
The short-haired woman sighed, and then she walked towards a low-lying area next to her, saying she felt like peeing.
I immediately stopped her: "Wait a moment."
"What's wrong?" She looked back at me.
"Do you have anything on you that can hold the urine? Now we don't have any water, so we have to save the urine."
She snorted and showed a disgusted expression: "Why are you keeping this? You won't want to drink urine later, will you?"
I'm right, this thing may save lives if there is a last resort.
"I'm not drinking." She shook her head: "I won't drink urine even if I'm thirsty to death."
"Whether you want to drink it or not, you can save it first and then talk about it."
"Okay, then you can drink it then. I won't drink it anyway." As she said that, she opened the zipper in her trouser pocket and took out a few plastic bags from it: "These plastic bags were originally used by me to store underwear and clothes. It’s underwear, but I’ve lost all my clothes, so I’ll use this to dress up.”
I went over and picked out a suitable plastic bag and let her pee in it. After that, I took the other plastic bags and put them into my satchel.
I think it's safer if I hold it.
"Then... then you come and take it after I finish peeing. I don't want to take it." She added when she was about to pee.
I waved my hand and said okay, go ahead.
Probably because she was afraid that she would feel unsafe if she went too far, she stopped before going very far, but she was also afraid that I would peek, so she asked me to turn my back.
After a while, she said she had finished urinating. When I turned around, she came over with a plastic bag.
Maybe she hadn't drank much water recently, so her urine was very yellow, and only a little bit. She came over and gave me the bag in disgust, and she even took two steps back.
"Where are you going to put it? I don't want to get too close to you while you're holding this." She covered her mouth and said.
I smiled and said, "Don't look at how disgusted you are now. When you are really thirsty to death, you may have to compete with me for this thing."
She curled her lips and said, "I'm dying of thirst right now, but I have no intention of competing with you. I'll give it all to you."
It just so happened that I felt like peeing at this time, so I took the bag to the side and peeed in the bag. The short-haired girl also said that it felt even more disgusting when we mixed it together. I naturally smiled and didn't say anything else. Anyway, wait. When she is about to die, she will definitely know the benefits of this thing.
After peeing, I tied up the mouth of the bag and hung it around my waist.
Today's task is still to find someone. I plan to find someone for another day. Regardless of whether we find someone or not, starting from tomorrow, we will all escape from the desert.
After all, I have to live, and I can't spend too long here.
But before looking for someone else, I have to solve the problem of eating and drinking between me and the short-haired girl, especially the problem of drinking water.
Although some urine is stored, this thing is for life-saving purposes and should not be used except as a last resort.
