That night after dinner, Gu Qingheng carried Yang Ruxin straight back to the tent. After not seeing each other for more than three months, there were naturally many words to exchange and many things to do.
Of course, since Yang Ruxin was still immature, what those things were is better left unsaid.
In any case, Gu Qingheng finally had the most comfortable sleep he'd had in three months.
The next morning, when Yang Ruxin woke up, she found that there was no one by her side, and noticing that it was already light outside, she quickly got up.
"Xinxin, you're awake?" Gu Qingheng just happened to walk in and hurried over to hand her clothes, "Get up, wash, and let's have breakfast."
After Yang Ruxin had gotten dressed, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Gu Qingheng's neck: "Carry me out."
