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This is the situation we are in right now. There is no way to contact the outside world, nor can we easily leave this temporary refuge. We can only silently endure this sudden predicament and wait for a miracle to come, or we can only plan after the rain has cleared.

Someone once said that as long as a person had sufficient physical strength, they wouldn't freeze to death. Faced with such a situation, I was forced to use my 'ultimate move' – the 'movement' to protect myself from the cold. But the cave was so small that it was impossible to do much exercise. I could only jump on the spot a few times and punch the entrance of the cave, gradually recovering some of my warmth.

But on this barren mountain, what could there be to satisfy his hunger?

Ita Finley blamed herself: "Because of me alone, I implicated so many of you. Oh, I wish I were not the President's daughter, but an ordinary man. How great that would be! "

I replied smilingly, "With your identity, I don't know how many people would dream about it!"

Ita Finley laughed bitterly, then suddenly stared at me and asked: "That's right Master, if I was a normal girl from the Y Nation, would you still teach me martial arts?"

I pinched my nose, not knowing how to answer. I said evasively, "Well, maybe, maybe not."

Ita Finley was puzzled: "Why?"

I replied, "If she was as kind and friendly as you, I would definitely teach her."

Ita Finley revealed a knowing smile, "Master, don't praise me. It's easy to be proud!" There was a hint of red blush on her face.

I was amused by her loveliness.

… ….

When the rain stopped, it was already 8 PM.

The rain had stopped and the weather had turned colder. Although his clothes had already been dried by the heat of his body, it was still difficult to resist the bone-piercing cold wind that blew in from outside the cave.

Miss Ita Finley trembled as she asked, "Master, are you very cold?"

I smiled wryly and thought: Isn't it cold? However, he still put on a manly air and smiled, "Not bad."

Ita Finley frowned: "Aiyah, how are we going to spend the night? Cold and hungry. "

I comforted her, "It will be soon. "How about this, each of us tell a story until dawn. How about that?"

Ita Finley laughed: "This method is good … … Then, you go first, Master is first! "

I thought for a moment before replying, "Alright then. Let me tell you a story about Northeast China. Legend has it that back in the days when Wanda Mountain was deserted, there were two brothers who braved the wind and snow to dig wild ginseng in the depths of the old forest. It was the tenth winter and the last month of the year, the two of them lost their way in the old forest. At night, with the wind blowing and the heavy snow blowing, it was too cold, and the two of them snuggled together in the woods. The younger brother fell asleep first, but the older brother could not sleep, and he thought that unless the two of them were given their clothes to wear alone, they could still save a person's life, otherwise both of them would freeze to death. He took off his flowered cotton jacket and draped it over his brother, leaving the remaining handful of millet beside him. When he saw that his brother's shoes and socks were broken to the point where he couldn't hang his feet, he cut off his hair with a sickle and stuffed it into his brother's shoes. Like this, this kind-hearted elder brother would freeze to death in this old forest … The next morning his brother woke up warm and his feet no longer felt as bad as a knife. He looked up and saw that his brother was gone. When he looked again, he saw that his brother's coat was covered with cotton, and his feet were tied with hair. He jumped up, calling out to his brother as he looked around. He found a big pine tree and saw his brother, bareheaded and naked, frozen to death in the snow. The younger brother wept bitterly as he held his brother's zombie, and finally he broke open the frozen ground and buried his brother. He also buried his brother's hair on the grave. His younger brother walked out of Old Lin in grief … The next spring, my brother came to bury my brother. The hair on my brother's grave had disappeared, but in its place grew a soft grass as thin as my hair. The grass swayed in the wind and kept growing. The younger brother thought, could it be that the elder brother was afraid that I would go up the mountain and cold, so he told me to cut this grass and take it back to warm my feet? So he took the sickle, cut off the long thin grass, and went down the hill. This tall, soft grass grew all over the hills and fields, and the poor peasants did the same to keep it warm and call it grass. "

Actually, the story I told was widely spread among the people and touched many generations of people. However, now that he said it, he couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

Wasn't Miss Ita Finley and I in the same situation as the two brothers in the story?

Of course, I didn't mean to tell this story as a hint of our current situation. I only felt that this story was very touching, that's why I told it to Miss Ita Finley.

It's just that I never thought that this story would actually cause Miss Ita Finley to shed a string of tears.

She was moved by his words and began to sob softly. She rubbed her nose with a small hand and said in a sad voice, "This brother is too pitiful and kind. He's such a good brother …" As she spoke, she suddenly glanced at me and was stunned.

Ita Finley looked at me and said, "Master, right now, you are just like the big brother in the story. "But I won't let you …" She didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she suddenly took off her outer garment and handed it over. "Master, please put your outer coat on. The weather is too cold and will freeze to death!"

I felt a little awkward and forcefully put the jacket back on Miss Ita Finley and said, "I'm not cold. I'm warm now! "

Did she misunderstand my intention in telling this story?

I groaned in my heart.

Following that, Miss Ita Finley also told him a story. It was a miserable love story.

Of course, girls, no matter what country they were in, seemed to have a unique yearning and feeling for love. They would often be moved and yearned for something like a desolate love story.

Ita Finley was no exception.

After she finished telling the story, she was silent for a moment and then suddenly said to me, "Master, can we hug for a while?"

I was startled, but then I heard Ita Finley explain. "Master, don't misunderstand, what I mean is, we can hug each other to keep warm. It's just heating up. "

I have no reason to refuse.

So we came closer and closer, hugging each other, getting closer and closer.

He had to believe that sometimes, it wasn't all couples who embraced each other.

We embraced each other without any other thoughts, our bodies sticking tightly together. I let Ita Finley put her hand inside my clothes to warm up, and Ita Finley also stuffed my hand inside her jacket.

One guard, one guard target; one Chinese soldier, one important foreign guest.

Just like that, she hugged him tightly. We imagined each other as a ball of fire, and it was no longer cold.

We take turns telling stories, one, two, three.

Unknowingly, an entire night had passed.

It was just dawn, the rain had stopped, and there was a faint light in the cave as the weather gradually became warmer.

I decided that just to be safe, I would first contact the Secret Service and the Ministry of Public Security to send more people to protect Miss Ita Finley as she rushed to the National Hotel. Of course, this is no exaggeration, I understand the methods of the outlaws very well. Since I have already been targeted by them, they will do everything they can to find Miss Ita Finley. Her situation is very dangerous, I must spare no effort to return her back to her country safely. For a high-ranking guard, the safety of the guard's target was more important than anything else, even his own life. This sudden turn of events pushed us into a difficult situation. Before we could get out of this difficult situation, we had to be very careful and not be the slightest bit careless.

It was a pity that the communication device was broken. Otherwise, the matter would have been very simple.

I glanced at the woman's cell phone hanging off the rock, picked it up and looked at it, then plugged in the battery and turned it on.

The phone began to ring... It was a pretty good Y country's rhyme.

I couldn't hide my joy as I said happily, "Alright, alright! I can use my phone now!"

Miss Ita Finley also quickly came over to look at the phone screen, she continuously clapped her hands and urged: "Hurry, quickly make a call Master, quickly!"

I nodded. Miss Ita Finley's eyes were filled with longing, just like a blind person who thirsted for light, or a poet who thirsted for inspiration.

I changed Miss Ita Finley's phone into my own storage card and made the first call to Ministry of Public Security.

Vice-Minister Lin's voice came from the other side: "It's Secretary Zhao. Why would he have the time to call me? It's been a long time since you've called me."

Vice-Minister Lin is an acquaintance of mine, and I have worked together many times because of work. The two of us can be considered to be of the same mind, so we called each other brothers.

I said, "Brother Lin, I'm in trouble now. Please help."

The Vice-Minister Lin asked anxiously: "What's wrong, Brother Zhao? "Tell me, what is it?"

I'll tell you what's going on.

After the Vice-Minister Lin heard this, he immediately asked, "Then how do you want me to help you?"

I said, "Now that the outlaws have already set their eyes on Miss Ita Finley, for safety's sake, I don't dare to act on my own. How about this, you help me arrange a small team and drive Miss Ita Finley to the National Hotel. I will have the Secret Service send people to move out with you guys. "

Department Head Lin said, "Alright, no problem. "Right away."

After hanging up the phone, Miss Ita Finley and I looked at each other and smiled. Then, we walked out of the cave and stretched ourselves, feeling the comfort after the rain had cleared.