"She's spending New Year's with me."
"Huh?"
Yan Gui turned around in surprise.
Seeing the person who had suddenly appeared behind him gave Yan Gui a start, sending a chill through his body.
For a moment, he felt as if he had died once already.
It was the man who had just killed him with a single shot.
Dressed in jungle camouflage, the garb on this man highlighted his robustness, domineering presence, and the ironblooded nature, yet it did not conform to the typical image of a stern and aloof soldier. Instead, it was more of a wild charm. With a raised eyebrow and a glance, his gaze swept across and imposed a heart-quaking pressure, inadvertently revealing an aura of danger and killing intent, imperceptible but constantly tingling at the nerves of others.
Yan Gui believed he had seen his fair share of military men, even knowing some special force soldiers, but none had ever given him such a suffocating feeling.
Damn it.
