Or, it was because she saw that he also had the same experience as herself—the experience of looking up but not getting it, which made her gradually feel that he is actually a good person.

  Unknowingly, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. I don't know if it was because of being on a high mountain. Leng Yunlin stood up, and when the mountain wind blew, it seemed to blow away all the bad things.

  Looking at the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance, I just feel that I have the joy of being king of the world, and fully feel the heroism of seeing all the small mountains.

   When he lowered his head, he saw that Mu Qingyu was still a bit sleepy even though he was inhaling oxygen. That delicate and soft appearance couldn't help but make him feel a little rippling in his heart.

  He felt oppressed for a while, and his breathing was short for a while. Could it be that he is also hypoxic?

   "Qingyu..." His voice was soft and cottony, like someone asking for candy.

   "What's the matter?" Seeing that his face was flushed abnormally, his lips were pursed, his beautiful sword eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked uncomfortable.

   “I feel tight in the chest and short of breath, and it’s hard to breathe!”

   "Are you hypoxic?" Mu Qingyu was in the same situation just now, and now he regarded him as a fellow patient, and quickly handed him an oxygen bottle.

  The other party obviously didn't care about her movements, just sat next to her, brought the handsome face closer and closer, and the arms around her became tighter and tighter: "I want to inhale oxygen like this—"

"Um-"

   Just opened his lips a little, and was about to speak, but was blocked tightly by the man. However, this time Leng Yunlin kissed very tenderly, with his eyes closed and his arms around her, like a child eating a cake.

  The sun shines on the two of them through layers of white clouds.

  Mu Qingyu secretly opened her eyes, and she suddenly realized that Leng Yunlin was very close to her. She can clearly count his thick but unruffled eyebrows, see his trembling eyelashes, and clearly see the tip of his nose rubbing against her cheek.

   Breathing, lingering around her, in his mouth, there is still a familiar taste.

  Even through the clothes, she could clearly feel the beating of the heart in his chest.

   Maybe it was a shameful money transaction between the two at the beginning. However, after getting to know him slowly, he is good, he is bad, he has a disgusting bad temper, and his indifferent attitude. Gradually, they all seemed to have found the source.

   To put it bluntly, this man is just a poor man.

  Thinking of this, her heart softened a little—maybe, it was because of the fact that the two of them were in the same illness.

  Leng Yunlin held her in his arms and kissed her. The man's hands were icy cold, but wherever he went, they made people feel hot. Unknowingly, his palm gently brushed her cheek, and his soft fingertips rubbed against her ear, making her tremble continuously.

"you are so Beautiful......"

   I don't know who was the first to fall in love, but when Mu Qingyu realized it, Leng Yunlin had pulled off her clothes, buried his head in, and gently sucked her shoulder socket with his lips.

  Mountain wind blowing, a bit cold.

   "Wait...wait a minute..."

  Mu Qingyu couldn't bear it any longer, for fear that someone would be caught just going down the mountain. These days, although jungle battles are not a big deal, they are chaotic on the snow-capped mountains that symbolize holy feelings, in front of people coming and going. . . . . . She was really afraid of the headlines in the newspapers.