After smelling the guiding element in the air, Feng Chen suddenly looked at Yan Bubu.
Yan Bubu leaned in his arms, still immersed in his own story, his expression was very vivid, sometimes sad and sometimes happy, and he didn't look abnormal at all.
"Wang Suizi and the others must not have rested well these past few days and are looking for us everywhere. Where do you think they found us? Maybe they also came to Jaya Peak and didn't expect us to be at the bottom of the cliff?"
Yan Bubu didn't wait for a long time to get a response, so he bumped Feng Chen with his shoulder: "What do you think?"
He looked up at Feng Chen and was slightly stunned.
Feng Chen was also looking at him, his eyes and expression were a little strange.
"What are you looking at?" Yan Bubu touched his face, then turned around and looked around, "Did you find anything? There can't be any more zombies, right? You are—"
Feng Chen pinched his chin and turned his head back to face him, his eyes roaming back and forth on his face.
Yan Bubu half opened his mouth in astonishment and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?" He touched his face again and asked, "Is my face red?"
Feng Chen let go of his chin, put his hand on his forehead, and asked, "Don't you feel weak?"
"Not strong enough? I'm not weak at all..." Yan Bubu just finished speaking, his eyes rolled around, his expression immediately changed, and he fell weakly into Feng Chen's arms: "I'm so weak, my body is starting to heat up, and it feels like a fire is burning in my heart."
"It's definitely not strong enough. It must be due to the combination heat..." Yan Bubu's voice became smaller and his expression became more confused.
He slowly stood up from Feng Chen's arms and looked at him.
Feng Chen asked again: "Did you feel anything?"
Yan Bubu was silent for two seconds and then stammered, "I feel really, really hot..."
"Is it really a bit hot?"
"Yeah, it's really hot this time, haha." Yan Bubu laughed dryly twice.
Feng Chen did not laugh along, but just stared at him without blinking.
Yan Bubu's breathing became increasingly rapid, and his voice began to tighten: "I feel really uncomfortable. It's so weird, such a strange feeling. Touch me, I seem to have a fever."
He pressed Feng Chen's hand back to his forehead again: "How is it? Do you have a fever? I feel like my heart is on fire - it's really beating fast, thump, thump... Did you hear it?"
Feng Chen did not speak, nor did he remove his hand. Yan Bubu was very close to him, and within his field of vision he could only see his Adam's apple rolling and a crystal bead of sweat hanging on his chin.
"Brother, I didn't lie to you. I did lie just now, but now, I, I—"
Yan Bubu didn't know what he was thinking about, and he suddenly stopped talking. He took quick, short breaths and widened his eyes.
"Haven't you thought about it yet?" Feng Chen took back his hand from Yan Bubu's forehead and asked in a low voice.
His voice was different from usual, hoarse and low, with an indescribable meaning. Yan Bubu felt his ears begin to heat up, and his body trembled.
"I thought about it. I thought about it." Yan Bu said.
Feng Chen lifted his chin and asked, "What did you think of?"
Yan Bubu was forced to look up at him and asked uncertainly: "Is it combined heat? Is it combined heat?"