Fu Miaoxue's climbing movements were skillful and practiced, like a bright green gecko, swiftly scurrying to the highest point.
Only this gecko's skin wasn't very secure, and as it climbed upwards, the tender white flesh beneath the green skin was clearly visible, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"..." Du Lai watched in silence from below.
When Fu Miaoxue climbed down and handed him two large pieces of sun-dried moss, Du Lai looked at her and couldn't help but ask:
"Are you really the eldest daughter of the Fu Family?"
Fu Miaoxue was taken aback for a moment, glaring at him inexplicably, "What do you mean?"
Du Lai took the moss, squatted down to start a fire, "Nothing."
Among the charred wood, the embers flickered on and off. He carefully placed the moss on top, kindling it little by little. Once the flames flared up, he added a few thin branches, and the fire quickly grew stronger.
