He whispered in her ear, "Don't catch a cold!"
But, her and him, in this position, what was it?
He sat on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, while she was cradled in his arms.
Many times, in the darkness, they had been much closer than this.
But that was in the height of hormones, chasing excitement.
In this moment of danger, neither of them spoke again.
In this atmosphere, she felt as if time was dragging on.
Song Xuyao didn't take advantage of her, just held her in his arms, shielding her from the cold.
She hugged herself tightly, letting her thoughts drift.
She didn't know when she fell asleep in his embrace, and when she woke, it was already daylight.
A dew drop fell onto her face, slowly waking her up; she was almost entirely curled up in his arms.
She hurriedly got up, but Song Xuyao's legs had gone numb, unable to move.
"Can we leave now?" Qiao Xiaoyan looked around, with no trace of zombies.
