I heard that he has been on the battlefield, but with such a gentle temperament, can he be faster than a gun on the battlefield?
Zhongqing couldn't imagine what he looked like standing in the army wearing a military uniform.
He had a strand of hair hanging down on his forehead. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked it for him. Her fingers were trembling and delicate, and she accidentally touched his forehead.
There was an electric current flowing between him and her, and her heart kept beating.
His face also turned red.
She lowered her head shyly and bit her lower lip, feeling as if she was caught in a strange feeling.
She quickly withdrew her hand from his face, but he restrained her, her strength was a bit strong, and her reaction speed was quite fast.
Her hands hurt from being grabbed by him.
She raised her eyes in shock, with a bit of fear in her heart. Was this considered an overstep? After all, they were just a contract, a transaction...
What she looked at fell into a pair of lazy eyes, which contained a bit of confusion, confusion, and a bit of anger.
I was sleeping in a trance, but I was disturbed by someone.
Seeing his face mixed with anger, Zhong Qing was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head. She had something to ask him for tonight, so naturally she didn't dare to offend him. Her voice became a little timid and she whispered: "Young Marshal...
Something fell on your hair, Zhongqing helped you get it..."
Yi Jian looked at Zhong Qing with a layer of confusion in her eyes. Then her expression softened and she secretly thought to herself, how could he sleep so soundly?
Zhong Qing's hand, which was held by him, was already covered with sweat. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but he refused to let go, and she didn't dare either.
"What time is it?" Yi Jian grabbed her hand and slowly stood up, tilting his head to look down at her.
She was still lying in his arms, curled up.
Her hair was completely spread out, and some of it touched her skin, which was itchy and contained a hint of fragrance.
Zhong Qing shook her head, but she didn't know what time it was.
She turned her head and looked at the Western clock on the wall. It was already one o'clock. She was startled and sat up from the bed suddenly.
The hand was also suddenly withdrawn from his fingertips.
So late.
It's time for her to go back.
He raised his head, looked at Yi Jian, moved his lips, but didn't know how to speak.
