In fact, now in winter, Qinghai is in the grip of severe cold, with snowflakes fluttering. Accidents tend to happen less frequently than in other seasons.
Because in this kind of weather, most people don't venture into the woods, and there are fewer tourists. Fewer people means fewer problems.
However, if something does happen, the difficulty of rescue will be significant.
Wen Xian just came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and saw Lu Xiao seriously talking on the phone. He glanced at her and then looked away.
Her eyes flickered slightly.
She went directly to the other side of the bed, got on slowly, and her slightly damp long hair cascaded down, curling seductively and sticking to her fair cheek.
She leaned closer, leaning on his shoulder, her fair fingers landing on his leg.
Lu Xiao continued speaking seriously on the phone, but the more she watched him this way, the more she felt an itch in her heart, wanting to see him... overwhelmed by her.
