FLWS 100

Chapter – 100 

 Boyfriend’s Survival Instinct (2)

Early in the morning, she had bumped herself—what a painful and sour feeling.

Lu Li smiled helplessly and rubbed her aching head.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” he said gently.

Mu Wanwan pouted but then looked up and saw his slightly red jaw. A tinge of guilt rose in her heart.

She reached out and touched his jaw. “Does it hurt?”

“Quite a bit. Maybe you even smashed it,” he joked.

Mu Wanwan gave him a sharp look, letting him figure out how she felt.

Sitting up, her hair messy from yesterday, yet somehow lazily casual, she asked, “What time is it now?”

The heavy rain yesterday had made everything dark, and she didn’t even know where her phone had gone.

Lu Li sat up too, picked up the dried socks and shoes, and said, “I don’t know. The phone is in my pocket. You grab it.”

Mu Wanwan rested her chin on one hand and looked at his stern side profile. A mischievous spark appeared in her eyes.

“When you were asleep,” he replied.

Annoyed, she lightly tapped his shoulder. “I don’t like you. Go away.”

After the rain, the mountain paths would be difficult. If he carried her all the way, it would waste both time and energy.

Seeing his expression, like he was asking her with all his soul, made Mu Wanwan furious.

“Slow down.”

Lu Li held her gently, looking at her swollen ankle with a frown. “Or should I just carry you?”

Meeting her determined gaze, Lu Li gave in and followed her wish.

“I can do it myself,” she said firmly.

Better not let him bring trouble to her.

He spoke again softly, “It’s fine. I don’t mind. One smart person in the house is enough. Later, I’ll handle the kids’ homework.”

Mu Wanwan leaned on the dry grass with one hand, reached into his pocket, and glanced at the bracelet on his wrist.

“Aren’t you dumb?” he asked seriously, after she put on her socks.

“I’m not. And you still called me dumb.”

Lu Li laughed softly at her pouting expression and pinched her cheek. “Are you angry?”

Mu Wanwan placed her hand on his, using his support to stand up.

“The rain has eased. Let’s go quickly before it pours again,” he said, standing and holding out his hand to her.

She paused, then smiled. “When did you put this on me?”

Lu Li took her shoes and socks, patting the spot beside him. “Come here.”

Where was the boyfriend’s survival instinct?

Clearly, Lu Li didn’t know what survival instinct meant at all.

He held her foot firmly and said in a deep voice, “Don’t move.”

“Lu Li, you yelled at me yesterday,” she began, bringing up old grievances.

He cooked dark food, and she didn’t even eat the dumplings.

Mu Wanwan glanced at him and huffed.

“No, I don’t want food poisoning,” she muttered.

Lu Li raised an eyebrow. “Did you? I don’t remember that.”

She smiled faintly. “You also have injuries on your back. Don’t twist your wounds. I can walk myself.”

As she moved, Lu Li grabbed her foot, picked up the dried socks, and prepared to help her put them on.

Mu Wanwan nearly exploded—so unfair!

Lu Li chuckled softly, pulling her into his embrace.

“Then how about this—I’ll personally cook a meal for you?”

Her little mischief not only ignored him, but also threw a dog at him.

Mist and drizzle covered the uneven muddy ground.

Among the green trees, rescue workers moved everywhere.

“Wanwan, Lu Li, where are you?”

Qiao Le parted the blocking vines, stepping through the puddles in her rain boots.

“Wanwan! Wanwan! If you hear me, answer me!”