Lingtuo Tribe, inside the tent.
"Thirsty..."
Upon waking, Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly felt parched. She got up, rustling as she put on her shoes, and headed to the corner to get water.
Song Yan watched the graceful curves of her petite figure, and got up too, embracing her from behind.
In the quiet night of the prairie, the seemingly extinguished flame inside the small tent ignited once more.
As the fire blazed to the bedding again, Ling Xiaoxiao reached out, only to be pulled back by Song Yan.
"Senior Brother, it's so hot, I'm about to melt..."
"Senior Brother!"
Ling Xiaoxiao protested coquettishly.
But then, she obediently snuggled closer to Song Yan.
The earth-shaking moments had long settled. The scent of flames carried a slightly raw taste. The two melted together, listening to the whistling wind outside and the distant trickling of water, feeling the chilly solitude of the night.
