Feng Ji'er pinched his nose with one hand and his mouth with the other, continuously inhaled and blew into his mouth, then pressed his chest and squeezed it up and down.
After repeating the action five or six times in succession, the soldier finally spit out a mouthful of water, coughed violently several times, and came to life.
The soldiers recovered from the shock and cheered, "Alive! He has actually come back to life!"
Only Xuan Luo's face was gloomy and there was no sound. He had just looked at it very carefully. Coach Mous's lips were a little too delicate, and her clothes that clung to her body outlined her slender waist...
Man to man, mouth to mouth, appearing in front of him, he could be indifferent, but he couldn't let go of this Mouss coach's behavior!
Why did those pair of eyes as clear and flawless as water only appear on him?! Xuan Luo was furious...
Feng Ji'er helped the soldier sit up, "Are you okay?"
The soldier obviously didn't understand what was going on, but seeing that he was destined to die, he actually came back to life. His eyes were moist for a while, and he looked at Feng Ji'er, his lips moved, but he couldn't speak.
"You are weak and you drowned just now. If you feel uncomfortable in your chest or your cough doesn't stop, you must report it to me, understand?" Feng Ji'er saw that he was only twelve years old at most and the thinnest one in the entire army.
Can't help but feel a little worried
After hearing this, the soldier nodded, tears already welling up in his eyes.
After all, he was still a child. Feng Jier patted his shoulder and saw that he was quite handsome. At first glance, he really looked like a girl. She couldn't help but think of her Wuhuan.
"May I have your name?"
"Xiao Wu, Da Xiao Wu"
Feng Ji'er smiled at him: "You are very brave!"
After saying that, he stood up and said sternly to the soldiers surrounding him: "Perhaps I forgot to tell you some basic military training before training you. Now those who are ready to put on clothes, put your clothes on Brother Xiao Wu."
, those who haven’t had time to get dressed, all line up and stand in line!”
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Feng Ji'er was about to continue talking when Xuan Luo suddenly stepped forward and put his coat on her body. His expression was a little strange. Feng Ji'er didn't think much about it and didn't refuse, but she didn't give him a good look either.
look
At this time, he, as the captain, knew how to play his role. The flattery was good, and she accepted it.
Feng Ji'er had no idea that at the moment she stood up, she seemed to have overlooked something...