1719: C1719 Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

C1719 Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

Gong Moxuan did not pursue the matter any further. He got up quickly, but he realized that he had no idea where Lieh Muwan lived last night.

Just as he was about to find someone to ask, he saw a familiar figure walking out of a door.

Their eyes met. Dawn and Mist danced between each other. When Lieh Muwan saw Gong Moxuan's gaze, she immediately understood. Cless was gone.

The bite mark on her shoulder still hurt faintly, but the mountain was not hot, so she was not worried about the infection of the wound.

Unfortunately, he could not remember.

Gong Moxuan looked Lieh Muwan up and down from a distance. After making sure she was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. He ran over quickly and asked, "Late at night, did Cless do anything?"

Lieh Muwan looked at the same face and body, but she felt that the distance between them had returned to the initial position.

Although they had the most intimate relationship, but...

The distance between them was very close.

"No, he took good care of me. He was the one who pulled me along the road I couldn't walk." Lieh Muwan smiled and pretended to be relaxed. "Second Elder Brother, don't worry. Actually, he has become better now. He did not bully me anymore."

When Gong Moxuan heard this, he felt a strange sense of loss and frustration in his heart.

He nodded at her. "Okay, then I am relieved."

After saying that, he said, "I'm not too clear about the situation here. When we meet other people later, help me secretly introduce them to them."

Lieh Muwan nodded. She saw that Gong Moxuan still had straw on his head and could not help asking, "Second Elder Brother, where did you sleep last night?"

Gong Moxuan frowned slightly and pointed to a straw house. "I don't know what Cless is doing. Maybe he was sleepy when he walked there."

Lieh Muwan nodded. "Yes, it is possible. I'll take you to eat. The village chief and Aunt Wang have probably prepared breakfast."

"Okay." Gong Moxuan nodded and followed Lieh Muwan forward.

Because the road was not flat, Lieh Muwan did not walk very far. She accidentally sprained her ankle and bumped into Gong Moxuan's arm.

He gasped in pain but did not show it. Instead, he supported her and squatted down to ask, "Late at night, did you sprain?"

Lieh Muwan looked at the man who squatted down and her eyes were filled with concern. Complicated emotions surged in her heart.

She moved her ankle and shook her head. "I'm fine."

Gong Moxuan stood up and rolled up his sleeves. Suddenly, he saw a wound on his forearm.

The wound had healed, but it was obvious that it had not been long.

Lieh Muwan also saw it. She could not help but be surprised, "When did you do it?"

Last night, she clearly did not see any injuries on him.

"I don't remember. Maybe he drew it somewhere." Gong Moxuan did not mind. "It's fine. It will be scabbed in two days."

After he said that, he tidied his clothes and found that there was a blood stain on the corner of his clothes.

It must have been accidentally rubbed on his clothes at that time. There was not much water here, so it was inconvenient for him to take a shower. Fortunately, he would be able to return after breakfast. At night, he could just change his sweaty clothes when he arrived at the hotel.

Gong Moxuan, Lieh Muwan and the members of the Golden Foundation ate breakfast together. The village chief called out the villagers and the children. Everyone held a simple ceremony on the flat grass.

After that, the construction team Lieh Muwan brought over would stay here and make a plan for the school's construction.

After that, they would use the mountain's resources to build an elementary school in a flat area. There would also be more volunteers who would come here and bring knowledge that the local children would not be able to learn.1

When they went down the mountain, they needed to be even more careful. Gong Moxuan walked in front of Lieh Muwan. Every time there was a slightly steep place, he would turn around and reach out to her to catch her.

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