"Han Zhiyuan."

"Ok?"

"Why?" Why did you save me regardless of life and death? Falling into a deep valley for me, even before falling into the ice, you still don't forget to leave me behind, what is the reason for you to do this?

Mo En was confused. He might save people because of his duty, but he couldn't do it like Han Zhiyuan.

At this moment, Mo En lay quietly on Han Zhiyuan's broad and sturdy back, and Han Zhiyuan was carrying him back and forth through the gaps of the icicles.

"I like you." Han Zhiyuan seemed to say something casually, but Mo En was shocked, and some unconsciously looked at Han Zhiyuan, who was focusing on his feet, and the ears under the fine hair behind his head burst into trance.

like? What kind of feeling is that? Morn frowned slightly, this sentence is not unfamiliar to him, and no one is more familiar than him, because he has heard countless people express it in different ways over the years, but he has never really understood it, and never has He knew what it was like, but now, he was confused, even a little curious. At this moment, Han Zhiyuan suddenly turned his head slightly.

"Morne."

"Ok?"

"If the icicle touches your leg or is uncomfortable, tell me immediately." Han Zhiyuan turned his head slightly and said to the person behind him.

"...Well." Mo En suddenly curled the corner of his lips slightly, from an angle that Han Zhiyuan couldn't see.

Then, Han Zhiyuan, who was carefully passing through a low ice cave, felt that the man on his back suddenly rested his head on his shoulder, and at the same time, the hands that the man had not known how to place, also gently wrapped around him. So, Han Zhiyuan also raised the corners of his lips, which was invisible to Moen.

Because of the various irregular shapes of the icicles, after countless refractions and reflections, the light finally sets off the large deep valley world beautifully. Han Zhiyuan couldn't help but admire in his heart, but the two of them became more and more shocked. Heart, because there has been no end.

Although the temperature of the underground world is much higher than the outside world of ice and snow, for Morn, whose legs are injured and unable to move, the temperature here is undoubtedly fatal.

Han Zhiyuan just walked with Mo En behind his back for how long, maybe a few hours or a few days, but the two of them felt like they had walked for months, until Han Zhiyuan noticed that Mo En's body temperature was getting lower and lower, and immediately , Han Zhiyuan's heart sinks more and more.

The endless underground icicles make people hopelessly unable to reach the end, but what is even more desperate is that any communication equipment on them is useless, and they can't communicate with the outside world at all. , he is not a doctor and has no medicine, and the environment is still so bad. They seem to have fallen into a desperate situation isolated from the world.

The only support is the small amount of food and fruit in his storage ring, which was prepared for the black egg when he was in the Nine Heavens Continent, and the large amount of water that has been proved to be drinkable by the ice-living planet, but, The road ahead is vast, how long can they last?

So, at this time, Han Zhiyuan was undoubtedly heartbroken, but what worried him more was Moen.

Han Zhiyuan found a flat place and gently put Moen down. Knowing that Moen was sleeping, Han Zhiyuan simply turned around and put the man in his arms, then sat down and let Moen sit on his side. On your lap, hold the person in your arms as much as possible.

So, when Mo En woke up, he met Han Zhiyuan's deep eyes as soon as he opened his eyes, and, as a major general, he was being held tightly by this man.

"Don't move." Seeing that the man was about to struggle when he woke up, Han Zhiyuan quickly pressed it down and stared at him, "Your body temperature has been dropping, you must stick to me."

Han Zhiyuan's voice was low and unquestionable, and his arm was like an iron arm, which made Mo En unable to move at all. Mo En looked up like that, Han Zhiyuan just lowered his eyes, and Mo En sat in his arms. Leaning against his chest, their eyes met, the two of them refused to give in to each other.

But in the end, it was probably because Han Zhiyuan's eyes were too firm, or maybe it was because Han Zhiyuan's body was too warm. In short, Han Zhiyuan saw Mo En's pale blue eyes flicker, and then softened. Well compromised.

Han Zhiyuan smiled, and then he didn't shy away, he took out some food from the ring and fed it to Moen, and then asked softly, "Is it better?"

"Yeah." Mo En's eyes flashed, and he was surprised by the strangeness that Han Zhiyuan showed again, such as the food that suddenly appeared in his hand, he actually had too many doubts, such as the food he gave to his family. Things, such as why he can fly, and why his wounds will automatically heal... But in the end, Morn only softly said one word.

It wasn't until Mo En's body got a little warmer and his pale face slightly improved that Han Zhiyuan let go of him, and then gently lifted his trouser legs to check his injury.

"Sigh~"

"pain?"

Mo En was sitting on Han Zhiyuan's lap, and people were leaning on his arms. In fact, Mo En didn't like being held since he was three years old, even if it was his father who gave birth to him, but the current posture... Han Zhiyuan was concentrating on examining his legs, and when he touched his hand lightly, Mo En blurted out, and then Han Zhiyuan immediately turned his head and asked him back, his eyes were gentle and caring.

Immediately, there was a blush on Mo En's pale face. He was definitely not such a fragile person. He was probably bewitched by the gentle movements of this man before he cried out in pain, Mo En thought angrily.

"No." A little embarrassed, he turned his head away from Han Zhiyuan's eyes.

Han Zhiyuan didn't miss his blushing, he hooked the corner of his lips, and then took out the only fallen fairy grass from the ring, chewed it in his mouth, and spread it directly to the corner of Moen's bruised knee. , then tore two strips of cloth from his shirt to wrap him up.

"You bear with it."

Han Zhiyuan turned his head, but saw Mo En staring straight at the chewed fairy grass at his knee, frowning slightly, Han Zhiyuan laughed, "Don't dislike it, saliva can be disinfected."

Light blue eyes flashed, Mo En looked at Han Zhiyuan, and finally hesitantly said, "Did you... take it out of the ring?"

Han Zhiyuan was slightly surprised, he was very observant, but he nodded without shyness, "Yes," Han Zhiyuan said, it was beyond his expectations to be able to endure the question until now, "Moen, you have to I'll keep it a secret, or I'll be sent to scientists, cramped and skinned, and you'll be widowed."

Mo En naturally understood the powerful relationship, but when Han Zhiyuan said it in such a serious tone, especially the last sentence, he couldn't help but glared at Han Zhiyuan.

Han Zhiyuan smiled at him, then looked at the colorful beams of light, "Look, how beautiful this is."

Han Zhiyuan seemed to be having fun in the bitterness. In fact, he just saw the guilt in Mo En's eyes, but his comfort didn't seem to work, and Mo En was even more depressed.

"I'm sorry." After a long while, Han Zhiyuan heard a muffled voice coming from his chest.

Han Zhiyuan's heart moved, and he lowered his head and looked at his drooping eyelashes and the bridge of his nose, "I'm sorry?"

Mo En didn't speak, but he could feel that Mo En was a little depressed at this time, but his depression was not because he nearly died, nor because of the current desperate situation, but because of Han Zhiyuan, he felt that he was responsible for Han Zhiyuan.

"You shouldn't have followed." Morn just stated lightly.

Han Zhiyuan sighed and tightened his arms slightly, "You forgot what I told you at your house?"

Mo En didn't speak, just leaned against Han Zhiyuan's chest quietly, his eyes looking at the icicle in front of him, a little hollow.

"It's really fake," Han Zhiyuan felt the body in his arms stunned slightly, and then continued, "Didn't you agree to try it? Besides, you are willing to do anything to the person you like."

Hearing the word "like" from Han Zhiyuan's mouth again, Mo En flickered a little unconsciously, and confusion arose in his heart again.

Han Zhiyuan suddenly said, "If you really feel guilty, I will give you a chance to make up for it."

"What?" Moen raised his head and looked up at Han Zhiyuan again, but his eyes were a little more formal and serious, as if he would try his best to satisfy Han Zhiyuan's request, which is the minimum for a soldier and a major general. Principle, but in the next second, Morn's face was blackened.

"Kiss me."

Seeing Mo En's face blushing and blushing, Han Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "It's definitely not taking advantage of someone else's danger. In fact, I've wanted to kiss for a long time, but I just couldn't find the opportunity."

So Han Zhiyuan saw Mo En's face getting darker and darker, and it seemed that Han Zhiyuan's words "Give it to me and I'll tell you" echoed in his mind.

"Try it? Let me know if you feel bad."

"You... uh~" Han Zhiyuan lowered his head to seal Mo En before he could finish his words. The soft and warm touch, a strange feeling that he had never felt before, rushed into his mind, and Mo En unconsciously widened his eyes.

From an angle that Han Zhiyuan couldn't see, Mo En's hands couldn't help but clenched and then loosened. The randomness was a bit at a loss, not knowing where to put it, and finally he clenched it unconsciously again, and so on.

However, Han Zhiyuan lightly clasped his lower jaw, and then gently licked/licked the corner of his lips, then drove straight in, stretched out his long tongue to hook him, obviously a little helpless and flustered, but full of innocence. Alluring/tempting, captivating taste.

"Umm~" He whispered again, Han Zhiyuan only felt the body in his arms suddenly softened, his wide light blue eyes twitched slightly, and at the same time, his hand couldn't help grabbing Han Zhiyuan's body. clothing.

Han Zhiyuan couldn't help but swept across his mouth, attacking the city, not letting go an inch. Han Zhiyuan only felt that his body that had been abstinent for too long seemed to be a little crazy.

"Umm!" Until Mo En murmured again, and then Han Zhiyuan felt the hand pushing against his chest.

Some reluctantly let go, Han Zhiyuan gasped for a while, and Mo En was completely stunned, as if he could not recover from this uncontrollable feeling, and he was a little helpless, because he had never had such a feeling.

Han Zhiyuan saw his chest heaving violently, his pale blue eyes sparkling like a sea full of temptation/temptation, and his lips that had just been rubbed were a little rosy and stained with crystals, Han Zhiyuan couldn't help it again He lowered his head and kissed it, but the next second, the hand on his chest tightened again.

"What's wrong?" Han Zhiyuan's voice was hoarse, "Does it feel bad?"

Mo En's eyes flashed, he turned his head away in a conditioned reflex, and then blurted out, "My leg hurts."

After speaking, Mo En was stunned, as if he never thought that he would say such weak words, and when he thought about it just now... Immediately, Mo En's face was annoyed and complicated.

However, Han Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing out loud, and then he tightened the person in his arms, "I'm sorry, I was negligent, then we'll kiss another day."

Immediately, Mo En pursed his lips and it was complicated again, but his face was inexplicably red again, and even the originally attached layer of ice seemed to have melted a lot.

"Sleep a little longer, we'll continue walking." Han Zhiyuan whispered, raising his head at an angle that Moen couldn't see.

"Yeah." Mo En leaned against him, the thumping heart beating in his ears was so clear as if his body was beating with him, and finally, Mo En closed his eyes slightly.

In fact, the feeling just now was very wonderful.