Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Outside the tent, the wind gently swept by.

Ai Mulan lowered her head and gently moved her fingers on her leg.

"……I know."

She said it somewhat guiltily.

"But knowing is one thing."

"Ah."

Poetry and wine were repeated like coaxing a child.

"Knowing is one thing."

She leaned her head back against the tent wall.

The two of them quieted down again.

After an unknown amount of time, Ai Mu Shi turned her head and glanced at the poem and the wine.

The black-haired girl leaned against the tent wall, her face tilted back, her eyes still open.

Her dark eyes were fixed on the slit leading to the starry sky, her gaze seemingly unfocused.

Ai Mu looked at her for a while, then tilted her head back up to face the stars.

"I'm going back tomorrow."

"Ah."

Poetry and wine responded in kind.

"I'm going back tomorrow."

The stars on the mountaintop are still there, densely packed, hanging all over the sky.

The stars don't speak, they just shine.

Main character: Chapter 308 Sleeping

It was getting late.

The temperature at the mountaintop dropped imperceptibly, completely swallowing up the last bit of warmth left from the daytime.

The chill that I could barely ignore a moment ago has now reached a point where I can no longer ignore either my love for Orihime or the beauty of poetry and wine.

The wind wasn't strong, but the temperature wasn't high.

It's so cold.

Poetry and Wine pulled their coats up tighter, letting the chill of the outside seep into their skin, making them instinctively want to curl up.

The black-haired girl pulled her coat collar up a little higher, buried her chin in it, and then leaned back against the tent wall, maintaining a relatively relaxed posture.

Ai Mu sat beside her without saying a word, only glancing at her sideways.

She now sees the current state of poetry and wine very clearly.

Poetry and Wine's shoulders were slightly tense, his fingers gripping the edge of his coat, and his breathing was a little shallower than before.

Ai Mu looked away from Orihime and glanced down at the backpack in the corner.

"Wait a moment."

She also shrank back.

Poetry and Wine turned their gazes in curiosity upon hearing this, watching her pull her backpack in front of her, unzip it, and rummage through it.

The backpack that Ai Mu Shi brought wasn't big, and it didn't contain many things.

There was a first-aid kit, a water bottle, and a few compressed biscuits.

There was also a tightly packed wad of dark fabric rolled up at the bottom of the backpack, secured with two black straps, which looked like it had been there for a long time.

Ai Mushi pulled the thing out and placed it on her lap, then used her fingers to untie the restraints.

Her movements were very practiced, as if she had done it many times before.

She loosened the black ribbon and shook the wad of fabric.

It's a sleeping bag.

The sleeping bag in Ai Mu's hand was dark green and not very thick, but it was clearly prepared for spending the night outdoors.

The sleeping bag has a waterproof outer layer and a soft fleece lining. It is clean and tidy, and the zippers on the edges are zipped up smoothly.

There was no lag when Ai Musashi pulled the curtain open, so it's clear this wasn't the first time she used it.

The gaze of Poetry and Wine lingered on it for a second.

"Were you prepared all along?"

She said with some surprise.

"I'm not the kind of person who would go and kill myself if I lost control of my emotions."

Noticing the strange looks from Shi and Jiu, Ai Mu Zhi Ji said with a hint of helplessness.

"You think I rushed over here?"

"..."

Poetry and Wine, somewhat guilty, shifted their gaze away.

Actually, she initially thought that Ai-Orihime was the type who, like her, would lose control of her emotions and disregard everything else.

So when she heard that Orihime had run off to the wilderness, she immediately rushed over.

'No wonder Maki and the others, though worried, didn't seem too scared.'

Poetry and Wine sighed, feeling that he had been a bit hasty.

Ai Mu Orihime deftly spread the sleeping bag on the tent floor.

She first unzipped the zipper, then unfolded the sleeping bag, laid it flat, pressed down the corners, and pressed her palms down on it.

After confirming that there were no folds, Aigumi Orihime checked the flatness of the ground.

After some effort, she finally managed to fix the sleeping bag.

After laying out the sleeping bag, Ai Mu Zhi Ji gently patted it with her hand, then raised her head and gazed wistfully at Shi Yu Jiu.

"Go in."

she says.

The poetry and the wine remained unmoved.

She glanced at the sleeping bag, then at Aigumi Orihime, her gaze lingering between the two for a few seconds before returning to the sleeping bag.

The sleeping bag that Ai-Orihime prepared was not very big.

It's a single-person style, just big enough for one person. If you're the type who admires Orihime's figure, it should be loose enough, but if two people are using it—

She went through the thought in her mind, and then immediately stopped herself from doing so.

"...one?"

Poetry and Wine asked somewhat awkwardly, still clinging to a sliver of hope that there was any chance to salvage the situation.

"One."

As if stating something perfectly normal, Ai-Orihime spoke in a calm tone.

"then you--"

"Together."

The air fell silent for a moment.

All sounds were paused, even the wind outside the tent seemed to have subsided.

The expressions on Poetry and Wine clearly froze.

Her gaze shifted from the sleeping bag, tilted slightly to the side, landed on the tent wall, and then fell back down to the ground.

Finally, he raised his head again and looked at Orihime, whom he admired, but their eyes did not meet before they could make eye contact.

Poetry and Wine's gaze lingered only on her shoulder for a moment before moving away.

"Need not."

Poetry and wine tried to make the sentence sound natural, so as not to appear too timid.

Ai Mu Zhi Ji looked at Shi Yu Jiu speechlessly, without saying a word, just waiting for Shi Yu Jiu to finish the second half of his sentence.

"You use it."

Poetry and Wine continued, forcing herself to speak, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of her coat repeatedly.

"I'm not cold."

Just as the words "poetry and wine" were uttered, a gust of wind blew in through the gap in the zipper at the tent entrance.

The night wind carried a damp, chilly scent. The tarpaulin billowed slightly, and the cold air seeped in, landing on Shi and Jiu's neck and seeping down their collars.

Poetry and Wine's shoulders visibly tensed, but she still forced herself to maintain an air of nonchalance.

Ai Mu didn't expose her. Her gaze lingered on Shi and Sake's face for a moment before she spoke directly.

"You just fainted, and you'll easily catch a cold if you don't keep warm."

Poetry and wine remained silent.

She shifted her gaze to the side, her fingers still stroking the edge of her coat, trying to distract herself.

Then, Ai Mu Shi spoke again.

"If you catch a cold again, it won't be good for you to go back tomorrow."

Poetry and wine fell silent for a moment.

She shifted her gaze from Ai-Hime's face to the sleeping bag, then scanned the area around the tent as if to check for any possibilities she might have overlooked.

Unfortunately, poetry and wine ultimately couldn't find any other possibilities.

She had no choice but to turn her attention back to the sleeping bag.

Judging from what Ai-Orihime has done so far.

The sleeping bag, when unfolded, was just the right size for one person to lie down comfortably.

If there are two people, they have to turn sideways, shoulder to shoulder, and even turning over has to be done carefully, for fear of bumping into each other.

She went through the image in her mind, then dismissed it.

"...Then let's find another one."

Poetry and wine spoke as if nothing was wrong, but the words of this extraordinary person betrayed her.

Upon hearing this, Ai Mu and Orihime covered their foreheads in slight distress.

Having already uttered this unrealistic and bizarre suggestion, Poetry and Wine were so anxious that they were rambling incoherently.

She looked at the black-haired girl across from her, whose eyes were darting around, with an expression as if she were looking at an idiot.

"dream."

Ai Mu's answer was straightforward; she responded without any hesitation.

Main character: Chapter 309 How could you be so mean?

"Anything else—"

Before he could finish speaking about poetry and wine, he was interrupted.

"Then tear this open."

He spoke of his love for Orihime very frankly, without a hint of joking in his tone.

She glanced down at the sleeping bag, her fingers lightly pressing on the zipper, as if calculating where to tear it open.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.