Song Guanchao suppressed the impulse to turn his head and look at her, maintaining his embrace around her neck, daring not to move a muscle.
Even the softness in his palm, however tempting, he kept his posture absolutely still.
What a joke, in broad daylight, could anything be allowed to happen?
Besides, there was another girl right next to them.
What was supposed to be a time for a good rest had been disrupted by Zhou Qian, leaving him with no mood to rest.
In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, and Song Guanchao led the two women away.
Although he did not know how vast Old Mountain was, he hadn't forgotten the knowledge he acquired in the military, at least he could distinguish directions.
Just decide on a direction and keep going, not to mention Old Mountain, even Qinling could be crossed.
Meanwhile, about seven or eight kilometers away from Song Guanchao, in the mountains, Li Yougui was filthy, chasing after Song Guanchao with uneven steps.
