She was unconscious and definitely couldn't come up. But if Fu Jingshu brought her up, where did he go?
Would he...
No, she immediately dismissed the thought. He wouldn't be in trouble!
"Qingqing!"
She jolted, turning her head stiffly, and saw a familiar figure standing not far away, holding a few fruits in his palm.
He strode over, and his brows furrowed fiercely upon seeing the wound on her leg.
"What are you doing? Who told you to get up? Your leg..."
Before he could finish speaking, a warm embrace enveloped him. The fruits dropped to the ground, but he didn't care, instinctively hugging the person in his arms.
His voice was no longer stern, but cautious. "What's wrong? Does your leg hurt?"
She didn't speak, just shook her head.
Fu Jingshu felt warmth and wetness on his chest, and immediately became anxious. "What's wrong? Did you encounter any wild beasts while I was gone? Were you scared?"
In his concern, he even forgot that, given his little wife's personality, she would never be afraid of wild beasts.
Shen Qingqing looked up, her nose tip red and tears in her eyes. "Where did you go?"
Her voice was filled with a heavy nasal tone.
A flicker of heartache crossed his eyes. "I figured you'd be hungry when you woke up, so I went to find something for you to eat... I'm sorry, it's my fault for leaving you when you were unconscious."
He picked her up, placing her on his discarded jacket.
Shen Qingqing then realized that she had been lying on his jacket, but at the time, she was so focused on finding him that she hadn't noticed what she was lying on.
Fu Jingshu put her down and prepared to pick up the fruit, but he couldn't move away as his wife was still holding his neck with her arms.
He curved his lips and said gently, "Be good, I'll get you something to eat."
Shen Qingqing noticed that his thin lips were chapped, his hair was messy, and even his white shirt was wrinkled.
This man had a洁癖 (cleanliness obsession); no matter when or where, he always kept himself neat and tidy.
This was the first time she had ever seen him in such a disheveled state.
She tilted her head back and kissed him.
He froze, but then readily accepted. Heaven knew how panicked he felt in the sea, and how terrified he was when his strength was almost depleted before reaching the shore.
He didn't fear death himself, but he feared that his little wife wouldn't be able to reach the shore.
Now, this kiss was something he also needed.
After the kiss, the emotions in his heart finally subsided. He breathed deeply and said, "Why so sudden and passionate?"
Shen Qingqing looked at his lips, which had regained some color, and leaned in to touch them again. "I know, you brought me ashore."
"To repay a debt of gratitude?" His face darkened.
"No." She pulled him closer, her voice filled with a soft, contented coo. "I'll give myself to you."
Fu Jingshu was stunned for a moment, then let out a low laugh. He kissed her fiercely and said contentedly, "You were always mine."
He didn't linger too long, instead looking at Shen Qingqing's wound, his meaning clear.
Shen Qingqing lay on the ground, lazily saying, "There's medicine in the backpack, get it for me."
Fu Jingshu immediately opened the backpack, and bottles and jars were poured out. These jars had no labels, only different colors.
He didn't know which was poison and which was medicine. Otherwise, he would have treated her wound first.
Shen Qingqing herself took out a white bottle and gauze from the waterproof bag, simply treating and bandaging the wound.
The medicine was very effective; after sprinkling it on, the wound stopped hurting.
She sighed, "I'm hungry."
Fu Jingshu put the fruits away, wiped them clean, and sat on the ground beside her. He didn't let her feed herself, but instead offered the fruit to her.
Shen Qingqing had already looked, and seeing that he was unharmed, she contentedly enjoyed his feeding.
The fruit was delicious, juicy and large. One bite, and the juice was fragrant and sweet. However, her appetite wasn't large, and she stopped after eating two.
The rest naturally went into Fu Jingshu's stomach.
"Where are the others?" she asked.
"I don't know." Only the two of them had come up. As for the others, he had been so scared to death by his little wife at the time that he hadn't paid attention to anyone else.
At this moment, a pale hand suddenly emerged from the calm water!
The scene was like something out of a horror movie.
But Shen Qingqing only blinked in surprise upon seeing it, then asked Fu Jingshu to take a look.
Following the hand came an arm, a head, a shoulder, a body... this person was drenched in water like a water ghost, with a water droplet on their head.
He propped himself up on the ground and remained still for a long time.
"Is he dead?" Shen Qingqing guessed.
"I don't know."
This indifferent tone made Shen Qingqing look at him helplessly and poke him with her finger.
"Go and see."
Fu Jingshu was about to move when he heard his little wife say again, "Never mind."
So he really didn't move.
"If he's not dead, he'll come back on his own. You'd better not go. What if it's those ungrateful people, and they say some nonsense again..."
She was very tired now and didn't want to listen.
Fu Jingshu naturally had no objections; he listened to his wife anyway. "Okay."
Lying on the ground wasn't very comfortable for her; it was hard, and even with his jacket, it was autumn, and a windbreaker wasn't that thick.
Seeing her shift around, he simply picked her up and became a human cushion.
"Are you comfortable?"
He asked in a low voice, his hot breath spraying on her earlobe. Her fair, small earlobe slowly flushed red. She closed her eyes and nodded contentedly.
Not long after, the person on the ground got up and walked towards them.
"You two are as affectionate as ever!"
As soon as he spoke, Shen Qingqing recognized him and opened her eyes to look at him. "Zhao Qian."
"It's me."
Zhao Qian wiped the water from his face and plopped down on the ground, grumbling, "Luckily I can swim, otherwise I would have died in the water. That would be too stifling a way to die. I haven't lived enough, I haven't seen enough of the beautiful world... I still have things to do, unfinished."
Shen Qingqing didn't pay much attention to his rambling, but she clearly heard the latter sentence.
"What things?"
Zhao Qian glanced at her and said mysteriously, "I can't tell you now, but one day, you'll know."
Shen Qingqing was too lazy to ask further. "Honey, I'm cold."
Fu Jingshu stiffened. "What did you call me?"
"Didn't hear clearly, then forget it."
Fu Jingshu had no choice but to indulge her. He sighed helplessly, "I'll go find some branches and start a fire for you."
He should have done this earlier, but that kiss had completely disrupted his thoughts.
His wife was all he could think about; how could he remember anything else?
Zhao Qian didn't want to work and enjoy, so he volunteered to help. Fu Jingshu naturally wouldn't refuse. The two of them gathered some dry branches, started a fire, and finally dispelled the cold brought from the sea.
Zhao Qian sat by the fire and reached to unbutton his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Fu Jingshu's eyes turned cold, and he immediately shielded his wife behind him.