Sticking out her tongue, He Zhilan too felt relieved that her voice was very low. She was safe, since the people over there were distant. Otherwise, if they had heard her, she'd be reprimanded - indeed, misery comes from the mouth!
This military camp overflowing with masculinity, had finally been visited by a group of young ladies from the performance group. This made every young soldier passing by gaze non-stop, smiling broadly, some even with blush-filled faces.
Watching this, He Zhilan mumbled to herself how innocently smitten many of the young soldiers seemed.
"What's there to look at?" Spotting He Zhilan watching the performance group girls so attentively she stopped minding where she was going, He Teng pulled her toward him. Every year, the performance groups would entertain the soldiers but to him, none of these girls were as beautiful as his wife.
