If she did not hear wrongly, this sounded like Zuo Qishen's voice?
Nan Fei turned around and saw a tall and handsome man standing in front of the office door. Unlike in the room just now, he was now fully dressed. His black shirt and trousers wrapped around his muscular body. His perfect inverted triangle, his wide shoulders and narrow waist were immediately displayed.
The man's back was straight. He stood in a standard military posture. Coupled with his cold face that was as sharp as a knife, his entire body exuded a cold, hard, and abstinent aura.
Nan Fei curved her lips and smiled at him.
She had always been friendly to men who were good-looking but not bad-looking.
Zuo Qishen walked closer to her and glanced at her dress that was still wet on her body, as well as her lips that were pale and had lost some of their reddish color due to the cold.
He took off the coat that he had just asked someone to deliver and handed it to the woman standing in front of him.
"Put it on," he said.
Nan Fei glanced at the coat in the man's hand and was slightly stunned.
The man explained coldly when he saw that she did not pick up the coat, "Although I just wanted to give you the antidote, I was the one who poured cold water on you in the shower. As soldiers, we will take responsibility for everything we do."
The corner of Nan Fei's lips curled up slightly, and her gaze met Zuo Qishen's unyielding eyes.
She took the coat from him and put it on herself.
"Thank you."
Zuo Qishen had successfully raised the image of a Z Country soldier in her heart once again.
"Shall I send you back?" Zuo Qishen's gaze briefly fell on the back of Nan Fei's hand, which was so cold that it seemed pale. There were faint bluish and purplish blood vessels in it.
Nan Fei pursed her lips. There was still a fire burning in her chest, so it was not good for her to leave just like that.
Although Zuo Qishen's sudden appearance had interrupted her original thoughts, she had not forgotten that Cheng Liangmu had drugged her and sent her to someone else's bed.
Hence, she smiled at Zuo Qishen and said, "Commander Zuo, I still have some things to do. Why don't you go back first?"
She looked at the coat on her body and pursed her lips into a smile. "You've already taken responsibility for this coat. I'll just take a cab back later."
After saying that, she turned around and touched the laptop on the table with her fair hands. Meticulously drawn patterns were painted on her fingernails.
The laptop was not small in size, and it was a little heavy to carry. Nan Fei seemed to be unable to lift one hand. Just as she was about to reach out with her other hand, her wrist was suddenly pinched by Zuo Qishen.
She turned around, her eyes filled with doubt.
Zuo Qishen did not say anything, but he did not let go of the hand that was pinching her wrist either.
"What's wrong, Commander Zuo?" Seeing this, Nan Fei withdrew her hand from the laptop and turned around.
"Do you not want me to smash it?" There was a smile at the corner of her lips, but there was an imperceptible chill in her eyes.
She had almost forgotten that Zuo Qishen had mentioned that he was somewhat related to Cheng Liangmu just now.