Kapok has a serious face: "Stop talking."
"..."
Wen Shumu was obedient and did not move.
Kapok covered the two of them with a blanket, and seeing Wen Shumu's side corners exposed, Kapok approached again, and tucked the corners for him intimately.
But the man gently grabbed her wrist, and Mu Mian looked over, the other's eyes under the broken hair were bright and sparkling, and the broken light in the lower eyes shone, Mu Mian paused, and heard the other party say: "... stay away."
"..." Mu Mian gave him a strange look, and calmly walked away from him, pulled away the blanket that had just been spread, and wrapped herself up to prevent the other party from touching him.
Why should she worry about him being cold
ill.
Watching Kapok's movements, Wen Shumu didn't say a word, his petite body was nestled in the corner, because of the cold wind blowing, the tip of his small nose was red from the cold, looking a little pitiful.
Wen Shumu held the gun between his fingers, his slender white fingers covered lightly, and he raised his eyelashes.
"Do you want to learn?"
Kapok opened her eyes: "What?"
The next moment, the gun was loaded.
Kapok was attracted by her attention, she raised her eyebrows and nodded: "I think."
Actually almost.
The man stood up, and his slender figure was immediately revealed in front of his eyes. He turned his eyes sideways, looked at the exquisitely carved girl, and gestured to her with his lowered eyes.
"Get up first."
Kapok followed and stood up.
She was still covered with a blanket. The two walked to an open space together, and Wen Shumu stood in front of her, staring at the girl's fair side face with slightly lowered eyes, and said softly.
"Take it."
Kapok held the gun in her palm, feeling cold to the touch, and then the man's palm covered the back of her hand, his hands were tightly attached, and his fingertips hooked her to the firing place together.
Kapok paused for a moment, the people beside him were very close, their bodies were almost pressed against each other, the voice in his ears was low and calm, and it was faintly hoarse when it was carried into the wind.
"aim."
Kapok felt the cool temperature on the back of her hand, she blinked and hummed.
The man was almost a head taller than her. When standing together, the top of kapok's head was against his chin. The man's body smelled light and pleasant, with a cold fragrance that made people intoxicated.
"Then," he moved his cheek to her ear calmly, leaned slightly, his lips seemed to be close to her ear to speak, and the distance got closer, "launch."
He hooked the launcher, and Mu Mian immediately felt the recoil of the gun through the palm of his hand. She froze for a moment, and found a black figure fell down in front of her. She didn't know when the zombies came running over.
Kapok's face was slightly red, she let go of her hand silently, and the people behind her backed away calmly.
Since the other party didn't say any ambiguous words just now, the girl was still touched by him invisibly. She remembered the calm and sharp action of the other party when she fired the gun, and fired without mercy.
She was still recalling the scene just now, when the other party suddenly raised his hand and handed over something.
Mu Mian looked over subconsciously, and when she saw the other party handing the gun to her, she raised her eyes.
The man's eyes were dark, just like the pitch-black night, quiet and indifferent, he spoke expressionlessly.
"give you."
Kapok was stunned for a moment, then looked down: "Why did you send me... Then what should you do?"
Wen Shumu didn't show much emotion on his expression, "I still have a spare."
"..."
It turns out there are spares.
(end of this chapter)