the clean branches, the clean hay, and the warm ones that had been baked with fire before, Xia Qing was lying on the new bunk made by Su Hao, looking at the bunk that had been piled up with hay at the beginning, his eyes were full of love.

to be honest, Xia Qing can understand what Su Hao said. She just understands that doing this can resist the cold air that may be caused by the cold in the wild forest at night. Almost all the others are busy by himself.

for the first time, Xia Qing was taken care of so meticulously. She thought of the feeling of...