Breathing in the pleasant scent of Wan Xiaohe's body and feeling her bold movements, Lin Bei subtly shifted his position.
Seeing this, Wan Xiaohe laughed with shaking branches, "Brother-in-law, are you shy? I heard you and my cousin sleep in separate rooms, the taste of loneliness from the beginning to the end of the year must be hard to endure, right?"
Lin Bei's forehead darkened, and he said irritably, "Young lady, you shouldn't pry into the affairs of society!"
However, he couldn't help but smile bitterly inside.
Six years of military life, every day was either hell-like special training or carrying out life-threatening missions.
Apart from the cold weapons, all that was left were bones scattered on the ground; he truly had little experience with women.
Not wanting to dawdle with Wan Xiaohe, he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and quickly walked inside.
