Looking at the man standing in front of her who didn't move, she sniffed and reached out her hand.
"Liehuo, hug me..."
"Take the gun yourself, stand up, return to the unit, and I'll commend you for merit!"
Repeating that sentence, Xing Liehuo's face showed not a hint of emotion.
The little woman in front of him, who was abnormally scared, was his Nini, and he felt worse than anyone else about it. He wanted to hold her tightly more than ever, but the fear in her heart was something she had to overcome by herself, and nobody could help with that.
Even he couldn't.
"Liehuo, I'm scared..."
She withdrew her hand, and without crazy expressions or trembling, she just felt that something was wrong with her entire body.
Very wrong!
"First, take the gun, second, stand up—"
Listening to Liehuo's commanding voice and looking at his cold eyes, Lian Qiao obediently reached out to pick up the Type 95 rifle from the ground and used the barrel to prop herself up to stand.
But...
