"Lady Qin, talk to us. Anyway, you're free and we're also very bored. Isn't it good to chat to pass the time?"
The soldier saw that Mo Ruyue didn't reply but he didn't give up. He continued to shamelessly say.
The smile on his face didn't last long before he felt the needle in his arm move. A sharp pain made him cry out and he almost fell off the bed.
"Don't move! The needle nicked a blood vessel, I can't stop the bleeding!"
Mo Ruyue frowned and quickly pulled out the needle. Then, she used an alcohol cotton to block the eye of the needle and pressed her fingers on the top of the eye to stop the bleeding.
As she was squatting next to the soldier, she was very close to him. The faint fragrance from her body constantly rushed into the soldier's nose, tempting him to move forward, wanting to smell it a little more.
Mo Ruyue's eyes turned cold, and she gave the soldier a backhanded slap, causing him to fall over.
