That night, Ye Jian slept very soundly. Her cold feet seemed to be warmed by a ball of fire. The warmth from her feet passed through her limbs. It was so warm that she realized sweat was on her forehead when she opened her eyes and woke up.
A faint blush appeared on Ye Jian's face when she realized that her legs were still in his arms. She kicked her feet lightly and tried to pull them out of his arms. The moment she moved, the man opened his eyes. His handsome and cold eyes were like the cold moon that broke through the clouds.
His hand was already holding the rifle. The moment he opened his eyes, Xia Jinyuan entered combat mode.
This was a man who always wore his military uniform, combat uniform, or training uniform. No matter what he was doing at that time, his body would always be in a combat state.
At this moment, Ye Jian quickly pulled back her legs and sat up quickly. She looked like she was preparing to get up and clean up.
