Just coming out of the hot bed, the young man was shivering from the cold. A cloud of white mist came out of his face towel. He picked up the short knife that never left his body and led the woman downstairs by the moonlight. As he walked, he retorted reluctantly: "Why am I not a man? Going to the latrine with you proves that I am a man?"
The woman smiled again: "I... people are afraid of the dark..."
The young man was made dizzy by her coquettish tone, thinking that women are really fickle animals. No wonder the sage said: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise."
In the end, the woman did not go to the latrine. After the boy described the spiked squatting pole and the ventilated environment in a jealous manner, she found a wing room downstairs to deal with it.
The boy was actually afraid that the woman would discover the hole he had dug in the manhole, so he had to be on guard against others.
The woman asked the young man to stay outside the door and not to stay away.
The young man stood at the door with his neck hunched and his hands folded. It was really too much. We met by chance. We didn't even know each other's names or even saw each other's appearance. She actually aroused herself?
The most hateful thing is that the boy actually likes to be manipulated by her like this. Alas, men are also strange animals. Why are they so mean-spirited?
While the young man was thinking wildly, his nose suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood. Even though he was wearing a towel, he could still smell it clearly. The young man was startled and almost jumped up. If he provoked the beast demon, he would be killed tonight. He was tired of running for his life, so he hurriedly said: "Girl, are you bandaging the wound? Do you need my help?"
"Little thief, do you still want to take advantage of this girl?" The woman's tone became unkind again.
The young man was so frightened that he hurriedly shut up, thinking that his good intentions were not repaid and he had really attracted a beast, so he could just run for his life.
Fortunately, the smell of blood disappeared soon. The woman waited for a long time before she came out and warned the boy fiercely: "Hey, you are not allowed to use this room!"
Not allowed? Your home? The young man was slanderous, but he still nodded, knowing in his heart that the woman was shy, maybe because she was afraid that he would see those unclean excrements.
The boy said nothing more and accompanied the woman upstairs. Just as he was about to return to his bed, she stopped him again: "Hey, thank you..."
"No thank you, no thank you." The young man was afraid of offending her, so he quickly got into bed, but couldn't fall asleep for a while. After thinking about it, he felt that he still needed to remind her, "Girl, are your wounds bandaged tightly? Qian Don’t collapse in the middle of the night..."
"You little thief..." The woman looked a little angry again. Under the bright moonlight, her big black eyes stared at the boy for a long time. Finally, she was sure that he was not sincerely teasing her, and then asked softly, "Do you think I'm being harassed?" Injured?"
The young man nodded confusedly, wondering if the smell of blood was fake, and were the reactions of the corpse demons during the day fake? I didn't dare to speak anymore because I didn't know which words would offend her.
This time the woman did not scold the boy, but murmured, as if to the boy: "I won't come early, I won't come late, but I'm here today, I'm really annoyed..."
The young man felt as if he was in a fog. Who was she talking about? It seemed that an acquaintance of hers had arrived, but there was no one else in sight... Just like that, the boy fell asleep in a daze.
I don't know how long it took, but the boy was awakened by an alluring fragrance. He felt warmth on his face. He sniffed like a dog, rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes.
The woman found a brazier from nowhere, and took apart some wooden products. She lit a fire in the brazier. She held a dagger in her hand and was roasting two steamed buns above the flame. The aroma wafted up, and the young man couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva.
But this did not hinder the young man's vigilance. His first reaction was to turn his head and look out the window and found that it was already dawn.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. All escapees know that dawn is the safest time. The beast-brains recede as the darkness fades, but the corpse-brains have not yet appeared on the horizon.
At this time, if you light a fire and cook, you are not afraid of provoking these things.
The boy's second reaction was to look to his side. The young rabbit was still there, frozen to the bone.
It's not that a young man should judge a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. Since the woman gave it to him, it is his thing, so he should take good care of it.
What's mine is mine, what's yours is yours, this is the principle of a young man's life.
"Hey! Eat." The woman handed over a roasted and warm corn bun.
Although the young man didn't like the tone of the woman's words and remembered the allusion that a gentleman would not eat food that came to him, he took it without any hesitation, pulled off the mask, and opened his mouth to bite.
fragrant! So delicious! It smelled so good that the young man almost swallowed his tongue and quickly drank a sip of water to suppress his shock.
This pure cornmeal steamed bun is much more expensive than his multigrain steamed bun. Are all Orions so luxurious?
As usual, no matter how hungry the boy was, he would not eat the food handed to him by strangers, because he had heard too many stories about people putting sweat medicine in the food to attract people to eat it, and turning people into human flesh after being numbed. steamed stuffed bun.
The young man has no such worries at the moment. Perhaps after sleeping in the same room last night, he has a little more trust in the woman. If the woman has harmful intentions, she can attack the young man while he is asleep, although she may not be able to succeed.
However, when the young man saw the sharp dagger in her hand, he felt a little unconfident.
The woman ate very gracefully, taking a bite and lifting her scarf, and occasionally glanced at the young man's handsome face, his eyes like water.
The two of them had nothing to say and focused on eating and drinking. In this precarious world, everyone seemed to eat every meal as the last meal, so they all ate with extra concentration and sweetness.
The boy finished eating first, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and put on his towel again.
The woman took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of her mouth.
The young man felt distressed. How much water was needed to make such a snow-white handkerchief? What a luxury! He suddenly discovered that the woman seemed to have wiped her face, and the skin exposed outside the face towel was whiter than the handkerchief, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
The woman noticed something and looked up at the boy.
The young man coughed hurriedly and turned away in a covert manner. Unexpectedly, the woman came again and asked: "Scavenger, go find me a pair of pants."
She naturally saw that the young man was a scavenger, and his tone sounded superior to that of an Orion.
Although the young man was poor, he had a high spirit. He was most afraid of being looked down upon by others, especially a woman he liked. He shook his head silently and began to pack his things - the young rabbit.
"Hey, why don't you speak, are you mute?" Seeing that the boy was silent, the woman softened and asked timidly.
The boy had already tied the baby rabbit into a bundle with the torn quilt, carried it on his back, stuck the short knife in his waist, and walked straight to the stairs without even saying hello.
He left in such a hurry, of course because he was dissatisfied with the woman's tone, but more importantly, he was eager to find the huge wealth he left behind yesterday. Ordinarily, it had only been one night, so it would not be picked up by others.
But it's hard to say that the early bird catches the worm. If there are early scavengers passing by, they will get a big advantage.
Unexpectedly, the woman was a little anxious, and suddenly jumped in front of the young man, opened her arms, blocked his way, and said with tears in her eyes again: "Are you... going to leave me alone?"
The young man suddenly found that he could not face the woman's tears, and his heart softened: "Hunter, you have hands and feet, and your skills are better than mine. Do you still need me, a scavenger, to protect you?"
Seeing that the young man finally spoke, the woman couldn't help but laugh again, and she also heard the implication of the young man's sour words: "Are you a man? Angry over a title. This little girl can only hunt and has no expertise in scavenging. Could you please help me find a pair of pants?"
It was a coquettish tone again, but the boy had regained his composure and said angrily: "Aren't your pants good? Why do you need another pair?"
"It's stained with blood..." The woman's voice suddenly dropped, as thin as a mosquito wire.
"Let me just say you were injured. Did the wound open again?" The young man felt relieved.
"This girl is not injured!" The woman became a little angry and screamed, "Are you a man? You don't even understand this!"
