He Teng was right, He Zhilan's boldness had indeed increased substantially. If this were the past, where would He Zhilan dare to cozy up to He Teng so intimately? It would have been enough for her not to hide when she saw people.
"Lie properly, stop flopping around like a boneless chicken!" He Teng grumbled, his voice somewhat low and hoarse.
He Zhilan lifted her head from his chest with kitten-like eyes, blinking innocently at him.
But seeing He Teng furrow his brows, He Zhilan reluctantly moved a little bit away, also petulantly attempting to push away the hand that he had placed on her waist.
However, He Teng had been a soldier for twelve years after all, a robust man with a lot more strength than her. She could push and shove all she want, his hand remained fixedly place, immovable like a firmly rooted old tree stump.
"Heh heh~"
