"Really?" Xing Xiaojiu frowned slightly, still not recovered from the shock of the unexpected news.
Gazing down at her, the honest Captain Xie spoke very sincerely, "To be strictly accurate… not really."
Feeling a tightness in her heart, Xiaojiu looked at him, not knowing what to say. Her watery eyes met his, only to see the flames of desire clearly leaping in the depths of his eyes.
Looking at her awkwardly, Captain Xie was somewhat reserved as he muttered, "A soldier, you know, that thing, that hand…"
At 27 years old, Xing Xiaojiu was no longer the innocent girl who knew nothing of the world. Hearing his half-spoken words, her face instantly turned as red as two Red Fuji apples, biting her lower lip and burying her face in the crook of his shoulder as she gently breathed out, "Xie Mingcheng, I didn't know before, you seem so honest, but you're actually so bad…"
"Bad?... Haha! There's even worse…"
Both felt very passionate.
