Million UP School God Plays Me Every Day [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 59 Fire

The soft kiss was imprinted on the cheek, and it only stayed for a moment before leaving in a panic, but it seemed to leave a lingering imprint.

The dotted lights of the campsite were extinguished, and the wind whistled behind him, through the thin top, and fluttered on the somewhat hot skin. Xie Lan splashed water on his face next to the faucet in the camp. The cold water brushed over his skin and awakened him for a while, but he was soon counterattacked by more arrogant heat.

Dou Sheng was not far behind him, watching him stepping on the sand and stones on the ground to return to the tent after washing.

After a tossing day, all the boys fell asleep, and the tent was pitch black, except for two empty sleeping bags near the door.

Xie Lan opened one of them and lay down, and Dou Sheng also came in from the outside after a while.

In the dark, Dou Sheng went to the place where the luggage was piled up and rustled for a while, then walked up to him and dropped something.

It was a vest, the exact same one that Zhao Wenkai bought for them.

"Wear this to sleep, be more comfortable."

Dou Sheng whispered, took off his T-shirt, and put on another vest.

Xie Lan hummed, took off her clothes, put on a vest, and got into her sleeping bag.

The quality of the temporary sleeping bags bought in the camp store is average. There are zippers on both sides. After all the sleeping bags are zipped up, the two sides of the sleeping bag will tilt up, sandwiching people in the middle.

Xie Lan turned over a few times in the sleeping bag, and silently opened the zipper on the right side.

"Good night," he whispered.

Dou Sheng hummed in a low voice, "I'm almost falling asleep."

Everything was silent, except for the sound of the wind outside.

This campsite is next to a village, and it is neither covered by tall buildings nor backed by mountains and forests. The wind is getting louder and howling outside.

Xie Lan closed his eyes for a while, and felt a cold wind blowing in along the side seam of the sleeping bag, and the warmth that had just been stored with his body temperature faded away quickly.

Surrounded by Dou Sheng's even breathing, he endured it for a while and became colder and colder, so he silently reached out to touch the clothes thrown between the two of them, and dragged them into the sleeping bag.

Struggling to put on his clothes, Xie Lan heaved a sigh of relief and turned over.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again.

Damn, it's wrong.

He huddled in his sleeping bag a little suffocated, pulled up his collar and smelled it.

It's the mint flavor of Dou Sheng's shower gel. The smell is very strong. It stays on the T-shirt even after a day of walking.

He closed himself in the sleeping bag for a while, then reached out to touch his own. The moment his hand was placed on the familiar soft fabric, a hand suddenly came up.

Dou Sheng's breathing was still very even, no different from when Xie Lan thought he was asleep just now.

But his palm was very hot. He covered Xie Lan's hand between the two of them, and gently pinched his finger bones.