"I will not be afraid of you, you will not be afraid of me. If you appear in front of me in blood, I will say that you are doing pretty, my major. If I appear in front of you in blood, you will say that you are doing pretty, my comrades-in-arms."

"Look, neither of us is afraid of each other, we understand each other. You are right. Our love is stronger than the love of love of love that is romantic."

"Xia Jinyuan, I believe our love has always been so strong."

Our love will always be so firm... Xia Jinyuan smiled. The little fox was really good at speaking. It was sweet to his heart, "That's right, this is my love with you, which can be seen in the light and can be exposed to the sun. Our love is the love now."

"This is the love between us, the unique love." His hands wet in the water, and then gently washed away the blood on his handsome face. Seeing the tenderness in his eyes, the brightness and smile.

Xia Jinyuan was born so beautiful, as elegant as bamboo and as proud as green pine. His eyebrows and eyes were like ink paintings on master's paper, with the handsomeness of the mountain and the coldness of the ink splashing. All are exquisite and elegant.

The first time she met, she saw that the young major was living in her heart like this. Even if she was reluctant, she could not resist his tenderness.

She was washing the blood and dirt on his face, and he also washed the blood and dirt on her face. Both of them were so focused. Only the other person's face was seen in their deep pupils until they were washed clean.

Xia Jinyuan's hand pulled the water grass growing in the stream until it rubbed the straw slurry, and then washed the blood and dirt in his fingers bit by bit.

Ye Jian washed very seriously, pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and cleaned the blood and dirt in his fingers without losing his strength.

The gurgling stream rinsed the blood on his face and hands bit by bit, and no trace of dirt was found. Ye Jian raised his head and smiled, "It's very clean, it's all the smell of grass."

The face of the dripping water in the faint morning light was like pearls and jade, smooth and moist, and the black eyes looked at me with a smile. My expression was cold and hard. I don’t know when it quietly retreated, but only the softness to him remained. In this second, Xia Jinyuan felt that her tender smile was engraved in her heart.

"Xia Jinyuan, are you lazy? Standing among V8 and others, you are too white. The skin on your face and your hands are so white. Those who don't know will really think you are lazy." Ye Jian, who lowered his head, smiled and joked. In the rubbing of green straw, his hands with force became whiter, and his finger bones were delicate and slender, three points more beautiful than the pianist's hands.

Xia Jinyuan, who was calm and focused, replied with a smile, "This question has troubled me for several years. When I first went to the military academy, I even thought about whether to go to the hospital to make my skin look darker."

Ye Jian, who was secretly praising her, did not see the calm eyes of the owner of the hands. Because of her seriousness and concentration, Xia Jinyuan's eyes became deeper and darker every time.

"Everyone wants to become white, do you want to become black? It's really hateful." Let go of his clean hands, Ye Jian scooped himself with water and poured it on his face. Xia Jinyuan, who was squatting beside her, got up at this time, and shouted in a deep voice: "Ye Jian..."
Chapter completed!