Pressing her face and burying it in his chest, he lifted his broad local white robe to help her keep out the sand.

Fang Chi Xia was lying on his chest, and both of them were beating fast, puffing and puffing, one after another, forming a regular movement.

Around, the wind and sand seemed to weaken slowly.

Fang Chi Xia's hand tugged his clothes tightly, listening to the movement around him.

The wailing of a group of men seemed to be gradually weakened, submerged in the sand, and finally there was no sound.

Fang Chi Xia can't see the situation outside, but he can guess what happened.

The whole army is lost in the quicksand!

After arriving at the desert, the nervous system was completely relaxed.

She just let herself lie on Luo Yibei's body and relax her nerves. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was just pointed at by the muzzle of a gun, coerced by so many people, and could die at any time without changing her face. Her mood suddenly got out of control.

"Why don't you tell me the truth?"

"Why is it always like this?"

"Do you know how worried I have been these days?"

"Why don't you come to a place like the Middle East and discuss it?"

"Even if you don't tell me, there are so many people in the family, can't you tell them?"

"Do you know that before I came, I was even ready to go back?"

She said a lot, sentence by sentence, all questioning.

Loibe put his arms around her tightly, without any explanation for his behavior.

The sandstorm is still going on. It's not as big as it was just now.

Fang Chi Xia didn't know whether he was in the sand or excited. His eyes were wet.

Luo Yibei didn't like to see her like this. He pressed her face and leaned towards her. His lips kissed her eyes several times and rubbed her head into his arms.

"Well, it's all right."

His voice is very gentle.

It's like a clear spring in the desert. It's so cool that people are infatuated with it.

Fang Chi Xia was in his arms and didn't speak.

After the sandstorm, the sky is very clear.

It's orange, just like splashing ink.

It was not dark yet, and the hazy halo of the setting sun fell on them, so soft, like the heartbeat of their fingertips.

Two people so quietly lying in the boundless desert, atmosphere, quiet.

Luo Yibei's eyes were empty in the sky above his head, quietly recalling the reaction of the gang.

A large group of people are shooting at Fangchi Xia, the messenger behind the scenes, is he wrong?

"Where is the cell phone?" Fang Chi Xia returned to his senses and fumbled with his hands for a few times. He didn't find what he wanted, and then he opened his robe.

"In public, it's still dark. How about being such a rascal?" LOY North looked down and took a look at her hand that lifted his white robe.

"Where is it? I sent you a very important message! " Fang Chi Xia ignored him and continued to grope on him.

"What did you say?" Loeb didn't take her words seriously.

"Cell phone!"

"What did you say?"

"I'm asking about my cell phone!" Fangchi Xia is very stubborn.

"In the car!" Luoyibei is helpless.

"Where's the car?" Fang Chi Xia looked around.

"Leave first!" Luoyibei pushed her up, picked her up, and went out of the desert slowly.

"By the way, do you still have a stomachache?" After a few steps, he looked down at her in his arms.

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