Bian Xiulin was observant. Seeing He Teng gaze at He Zhilan with such a spellbound look in his eyes, she took this opportunity to make a quick exit from the hospital room. She had never expected that the tough Squad Leader He could look at He Zhilan with such a gentle expression, it was almost sickeningly sweet, like honey.
Indeed, this must be what happens when cold steel softens under the charm of a beautiful woman - the Achilles' heel of heroes.
Zhilan had been deep in thought and didn't realize when Xiulin had left. When she came back to her senses, she noticed the empty chair and He Teng's intense gaze on her.
"Is there something on my face?", Zhilan asked, touching her face.
He Teng coughed falsely to hide his embarrassment and forcibly averted his gaze from Zhilan's face. But his lips involuntarily curved into a small smile - the image he had daydreamed was indeed beautiful.
