Chapter 1348
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Li Qingcang taught Ye Tianxin how to eat the cactus fruit.
After peeling off the outer skin of the fruit, there was some scarlet liquid inside.
The scarlet liquid flowed through the gaps between his fingers and onto the yellow sand.
"Here."
Ye Tianxin took the fruit and took a sip of the liquid. A sour feeling filled her mouth.
"Delicious."
In the desert, anything could become food.
Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang sat beside the cactus. The two of them lowered their heads and silently ate the cactus fruit.
At this moment, Li Qingcang was beside Ye Tianxin.
Ye Tianxin instinctively relaxed.
She leaned on Li Qingcang's back and muttered, "Brother Li, I'm so sleepy."
From the moment she got on the plane until now, Ye Tianxin had been in a state of high tension.
Just like what Augustine had said, no one in this land could be trusted.
Ye Tianxin didn't trust Tang Song or Qin Chuan. Hence, she hadn't had a good sleep.
But it was different now.
Her backbone was here.
She could sleep peacefully on Li Qingcang's back.
Because she believed that even if he didn't admit that he was Li Qingcang now.
He wouldn't hurt her.
Because whether he admitted it or not, he was Li Qingcang. Ye Tianxin was extremely sure of it.
Not long after, Ye Tianxin leaned on Li Qingcang's back and gradually let out an even breathing sound.
Under the mask, the corners of Li Qingcang's mouth curled up slightly.
After a while, Li Qingcang waited for Ye Tianxin to fall asleep before taking off his windbreaker and spreading it on the desert. He then pulled Ye Tianxin into his arms.
He looked affectionately at Ye Tianxin's face. There was a faint trace of red at the corner of her mouth.
That color was very similar to her lipstick. It was as gorgeous as blood.
She looked extremely beautiful in her sleep, so beautiful that Li Qingcang wanted to admit that he was Li Qingcang regardless of everything.
His large hand gently caressed Ye Tianxin's small face, which was as white as porcelain.
"Tianxin ~"
"Tianxin ~"
His voice was low and sexy.
It was like the strings of a cello, after being strummed, it emitted a lingering sound.
The bright moonlight shone on her face, but Li Qingcang didn't feel sleepy at all.
He looked greedily at Ye Tianxin in front of him. He wished he could turn her into a miniature version of a little girl, put her in his pocket, and take her wherever he wanted to go.
Li Qingcang's gaze landed on Ye Tianxin's feet. There were fine wounds on her feet.
It was probably a wound from when she escaped from the Desert Eagle.
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