Ye Jian walked up to her, stretched out his hands and hugged her gently. There was no way to communicate in Tibetan, only body language.
Yang Jin, who had gone to elementary school, didn’t speak Mandarin very well. He also hugged Ye Jian lightly. His eyes fell on a strange man he didn’t know and looked at him curiously. He didn’t panic until he smiled at him slightly. Withdraw his sight.
"Her back is injured. You need to be lighter." Xia Jinyuan, who was standing behind the two, smiled slightly, and communicated with Yang Jin in Tibetan, "Next, I need to treat her wound well... "
What Ye Jian could understand was what he said "Thank you, excuse me..." When she wanted Yang Jin to help herself, the enthusiastic Tibetan girl said a series of scriptures, holding her shook the scripture tube like a A butterfly flying on the grassland in June leaves the tent gracefully.
When Yang Jin left, Ye Jian frowned lightly, "I hurt my back, Team Xia, it's inappropriate for you to stay."
Really vigilant, I'm afraid he will do the same.
"A wounded little fox, what am I going to do if I stay?" Picking up the sniper rifle placed on the side of his body, without mentioning Ye Jian's injury, he asked: "Where is it left after unloading? Give me the bag. ."
He didn't mention, Ye Jian not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but became even more uncomfortable, "I'll do it myself, can you go out first? I want to deal with the wound myself. See how it goes."
"Isn't it strong on the mountain just now? Why did you want to deal with the wound in a hurry now?" He sat cross-legged on the sheep blanket spread on the ground, took off the sniper rifles one by one, raised his eyes and watched. When Ye Jian was still standing there motionless, she couldn't help but curled up her mouth, jokingly said: "What's wrong? Did I make you angry?"
Junya's face was puzzled, as if she didn't quite understand what Ye Jian wanted to do.
What do you want to do? Ye Jian didn't understand it himself. But Xia Jinyuan sits and doesn't walk like this now... it's not good! How to let her undress!
She obviously said that she had to deal with the wound by herself, but she didn't believe it or understood.
But with his appearance, she was thinking too much about what she said. Ye Jian was a little discouraged and said: "Team Xia, don't pretend to be confused in front of me. My meaning is obvious. I need to invite you out now because..."
I'm not too embarrassed, but I still said clearly, "Because I want to undress, do you let me, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, undress in front of you as an adult man?"
In exchange, he laughed happily, and smiles murmured in his deep handsome eyes as if reflecting thousands of mountains and rivers, "First, I asked Yang Jin’s person to come yet, and second, you hurt your back. , It’s not convenient to treat the wound by yourself, third..."
Ye Jian looked up from head to toe, and then the gentleman looked straight at her, "I still know what it means to see no evil."
The sadness in her eyes has disappeared, and she has returned to the strong and full of vigor, and the eyes of the former little girl will inadvertently show a trace of hostility towards the opposite sex, and there is a haze that is not easy to be noticed.
This time..., except for the water-like clarity in her eyes, the bad and seemingly old haze has completely disappeared.
Not to hide it deeper, but to truly disappear.