With the approval of the military department, he can come to her openly during the mission, and can once again hold her hand and fight together.
She had to let her breathe first, wondering how dangerous his "decapitation operation" was, and then he would judge whether she could bear the danger.
Listening to her shallow voice, smelling the air with her breath, gradually, gradually... Tiredness hit, and now he can't even open his eyes, Xia Jinyuan didn't speak any more, just wanted to get a good night's sleep.
Coaxing, Major Xia coaxed himself to sleep.
Keeping her back against the head of the bed, her head straight, and her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, Xia Jinyuan fell asleep so deeply.
How could Ye Jian make him sleep like this, lifted the quilt, and knelt on the bed gently, wrapped his hands on his shoulders, even slightly holding his breath, and lay him on the side of the bed little by little. on the bed.
What Yang Heng left was a double room with a double bed. The 1.8-meter-wide bed allowed Xia Jinyuan, who was 1.86-meter high, to lie down... The space instantly became much smaller, and there was no way for his feet to be outside. He lay on his side with only the bed. So wide.
The quilt was lightly covering him, and Ye Jian, who was not drowsy, quietly fell asleep on the young major. He couldn't sleep well, and his expression was as sharp as a sword.
Ye Jian sighed softly from the room, beheading action... This kind of action is the most dangerous, no wonder he feels tired, look, he is so tired that he even woke up his brows even when he fell asleep.
Sleep well, I'm all back to my country..., just sleep well.
Ye Jian stretched out her hand and stroked his eyebrows, and after two strokes, she kept her eyebrows evened with a focused expression before retracting her hand and getting up gently.
She had to rush to the airport to retrieve his military uniform. When she left that day, the uniform was not dry, so she zoomed in on the airport utility room for half a month, and she didn't know if there was any mildew.
If you take it back earlier, you can wash it, then iron it dry, and you can just put it on when he gets up.
Ye Jian got up and changed her clothes. When she was ready to go out after brushing her teeth and washing her face, she saw Xia Jinyuan, who was frowning in her sleep, moved her body uncomfortably. Judging from her expression, she did not sleep deeply. The meaning of waking up is to put a comfortable sleeping position.
Seeing his brows furrowed to the point where there is a "Chuan" pattern on the center of his eyebrows, a pitiful Ye Jian flashes in his eyes and walks to the bedside, wanting to pick up and fold up the short sleeves and shorts that he just threw on the bedside. Set aside.
I didn't know that she had just opened her hand, and saw him covering her clothes and quilt directly on his face with his long arms. He even heard a very soft and very low-melt comfortable sound.
At that moment, Ye Jian almost ran away.
He put her clothes on his face, and made a sound like that!
As far as the hotel lobby, Ye Jian's face was still hot with irritability, and her eyes were so hot that she felt like a stream of spring water, revealing a touch of charming intrigue.
"Hey, aren't you Yang Heng's classmate?" someone asked softly from behind, followed by a "puff" high-heeled shoe voice, "what's the matter? Are you not used to sleeping?"
The person who spoke was Yang Heng’s aunt, Venus’ boss, and a hotel staff who was working next to her saw this and whispered: “Mr. Song, I’ll drive here now, you can wait a moment.”
The reason Song always recognized Ye Jian at a glance was because he had a deep impression of Ye Jian.
A clean and beautiful girl, wherever she goes, she can make a deep impression.