Yan Fengchi wanted to show a bit of his gentle side as a man but had nowhere to direct it. Luo Xi, hard and carefree as ever, turned her head around: "Find a barbershop. I need a haircut!"
"If it weren't for this damn hair, I wouldn't have been hurt today."
"I'll take you to the hospital!"
"What for? To cause a drunken scandal? To be taken to the police station and locked up overnight?"
Yan Fengchi's face looked unpleasant. Before he had a chance to say anything, Luo Xi laughed. She turned her head to look out the window, laughing somewhat wistfully. Her voice was indifferent and casual: "It's a minor injury. Don't make a fuss. And you call yourself a soldier! I've grown up in a mercenary group. I've had countless injuries, just as large and small, and I've never been to a hospital."
"Then why did you end up in the peacekeeping troops?"
