Ji Xing looked at the heavily guarded military area, and his eyes became more serious.
The young lady in his arms was still sleeping soundly. He did not know what she was dreaming about, but her lips curled into a sweet smile. Her hands around his waist tightened as her face was buried in his chest.
Han Ding reminded him softly, "Ji Xing, wake up Boss. We're almost there, it's just up ahead."
Ji Xing frowned slightly and his slender fingers gently scraped the tip of the woman's nose. His heart softened and he couldn't bear to wake her.
The little woman seemed to be ticklish. She wrinkled her nose and even hit his hand.
"We're here, wake up." Ji Xing's voice was low and sexy, he shook the little woman in his arms. "We're already here. Wake up and sleep after this is over."
