As soon as he finished speaking, he saw her disappointed expression. The paper cup must be different from the feeling she had when she was shooting and playing darts in the shooting training ground. It seemed as though she had lost her aim, which really didn't make her happy.
"I'll take you back to the base when I have the time. You can play with darts, guns, and sniper rifles as you please. This kind of paper cup is fine." The man touched her head and coaxed her softly.
Feng Ling glanced at him. "All right."
It sounded like she was still unhappy. She clearly remembered that she was no longer familiar with the base, and there was a hint of complaint in her eyes.
Li Nanheng couldn't help but hold her in his arms. He then touched the back of her head. "All right, life can't stay the same. Sooner or later, I'll have to leave. Just vent all your anger on me. Don't be angry alone."
"I want to swim," she suddenly said in his arms.
