Being His Little Fox

Song Yi trembled all over.

"I...I'm..." The voice shouted, covered by the sound of rain, was too weak.

The voice was trembling, and I couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Well……"

She hurts, really hurts...

It hurts so much that the nerves all over my body are numb, and it hurts... I'm about to grasp it and fall off.

"Zhan Qinxi, right? The field training is temporarily suspended. The other two groups have been withdrawn. You have to go back with us."

"Song Yi is not here?"

Zhan Qinxi was stunned: "I didn't see it, I just told her to wait for me here, and no one will be seen when I come back."

"Which boy is that?"

"Come on, take him away and see if he is the one missing?"

"Song Yi's position is shown in this area. You go back with the car first, and Song Yi will look for it."

Song Yi heard the above dialogue, and couldn't make much voice.

I have to pray in my heart, don’t go, you don’t go...

...

Above, Zhan Qinxi and the photographer were taken away, and both he and the other two groups withdrew safely.

As Zhan Qinxi walked to the other side of the car, a man walked towards him, tall and wearing a raincoat.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but Zhan Qinxi could feel that his face was not good-looking, heavy.

The man slowly raised his eyes.

Look at Zhan Qinxi.

He has a good skin, as if he was born with an attractive special temperament.

Zhan Qinxi was taken aback, this is...Tang instructor.

Didn't Captain Huang say that instructor Tang had something to leave?

Tang Si glanced at him and looked away from him.

I don't know why, Zhan Qinxi was chilled by his faint glance.

This was the first time he felt that his eyes also had a strong aura.

...

"Have you found anyone?" Tang Si walked up to those people and asked in a cold voice.

"Not yet."

When Song Yi heard this voice, his heart trembled again.

"Tang Si." Song Yi shouted hard.

The rain was still heavy, crackling on the raincoat, Tang Si frowned when he heard the news.

He stepped quickly, and walked across the bushes in the other direction.

Seeing the traces of being crushed by the foot, I reached a small groove all the way.

Tang Si's heart tightened and his expression was cold: "Give me the rope."

Someone handed it over immediately.

Tang Si quickly fixed the rope to a big tree, and the other end was fixed to his body.

In an instant, he went down to the small bevel cleanly.

When Song Yi was dying and couldn't catch it, someone came down from above.

"Song Yi?!" She was very embarrassed beside the sloping tree trunk, the woman curled up, blood dripping down her cheeks.

He was covered with blood and mud, and his whole body was wet. The snow-white skin was so dirty at the moment. On his arms, on his face, where he could see the skin, there was almost no completeness.

In that hand, some sharp weeds were still firmly grasped, and the blood was still pouring out.

Tang Si's heart suddenly stagnated, and the sorrow spread to his limbs, making him feel that his legs were as heavy as lead.

Shaking hands, barely grasping the rope.

He descended quickly, Song Yi trembled, looking at him, descending like a **** to rescue her.

She felt her waist hooked and hugged into her arms.

Her whole head was buried in his arms, she did not dare to move or speak.

His eyes are terrible, and his aura is very cold, completely unlike him.

When Tang Si rescued Song Yi, everyone wanted to come and pick him up.

"Get out of the way!" Tang Si said solemnly.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes were red.

Cold and irritable, the gesture of holding her was extremely cautious.

Her hands were hanging weakly, the rain slapped, and the blood-stained drops of rain fell to the ground.

Song Yi leaned against Tang Si's chest, his face was pale, weak and weak, as if he could faint all the time.

"Well……"

She snorted softly, so faint that she was almost inaudible, it was her snorting that endured the pain.

She moved her head slightly and buried her face fiercely in his chest.

"Woo..."

This time, it was a dull cry, and the delicate woman in her arms was sobbing and crying without saying a word.

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