The smell wafted into Ye Jian's nose and seeped slowly into her lungs.
Ye Jian realized that she was unable to breathe properly. Her hand was pressed down by him and every breath she took was filled with his smell. She could even feel the warmth from his body on her shoulders.
She tried her best to control her emotions. Then, she slowly said, "I won't move. Please… move away from me."
"The sun is out now but the temperature is still low. Major Xia, I suggest that you wear your clothes first to prevent yourself from catching a cold. You know that this is the highlands. If you catch a cold in the depopulated zone, it'll be dangerous."
As she spoke, she felt herself calming down. Very soon, the warmth on her face disappeared. "I'm fine. I'm not having a fever. I'm just not used to you being so close to me."
