Walking hand in hand through the mountain woods, this feeling was quite romantic.
It was just that the two of them weren't a couple, which made it somewhat ambiguous.
Ling Feng and Chen Yuhe neither spoke as they weaved through the forest. After more than an hour, they climbed to the mountain peak.
"Do you see that patch of barren grass over there? That's where we're going to pick mushrooms!" Ling Feng pointed into the distance and said.
Chen Yuhe responded with a grunt and, not caring whether the ground was dirty or not, found a flat spot and sat down with a plop, "I'm dead tired!"
Ling Feng took a bit of schadenfreude in this, "Now you know that climbing mountains isn't all fun and games, huh?"
"Who said that? I just said I'm tired, didn't say it wasn't fun," Chen Yuhe pouted.
"Still talking tough, take a rest. We still need to hurry!" Ling Feng laughed.
Chen Yuhe's face immediately turned into a bitter gourd expression!
