The soldier is a girl

Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Seeing this situation, Bai Ze, who wanted to tease Mu Jin, didn't want to tease Mu Jin anymore, so he patted Mu Jin on the shoulder with his buddy, "I wish you luck." He gloated and walked towards his tent. Why didn't you go to Mo Ling, heck, didn't you see that you were already angry? Although I don't know why, an angry tiger can't be teased.

Mu Jin didn't pay attention to Bai Ze, but quickly followed Mo Ling. Of course, she remembered to stay away this time, so as not to hit him and be punished again.

Back in the tent, Mu Jin hung the wet clothes on the rope on the side of the tent, and without waiting for Mo Ling to speak, she started to run around the tent on her own. Comply with it, who told her to want to mess around.

The tent was round, and Mu Jin didn't die from exhaustion after a hundred laps, but she was a little dizzy. After running, Mu Jin adjusted her state and reported in front of the tent, "General, I'm done running."

"En." In return, there was only a low voice in reply.

Mu Jin is not the kind of idiot who refuses to come in unless asked to come in. She made a point of reporting it, and when she saw the other party answering, she opened the curtain and walked in.

Oil lamps were burning in the camp, emitting a faint halo. The general was dressed in black and sat in front of the desk with his black hair scattered. I don't know if it was because of the loose hair at the moment, Mu Jin saw a trace of it on Mo Ling's body. The laziness that doesn't match his coldness during the day, but this laziness doesn't seem disharmonious to him, it's quite appropriate, very... alluring...

"Go to bed."

When Mu Jin was staring at Mo Ling in a daze, the other party suddenly said this.

What an alluring three words, almost made Mu Jin recite them all at once.

However, the cold gaze from the other party raised her eyes and swept her over, and she immediately returned to her place of fascination, "Yes." One word is respectful.

Mo Ling got up and blew out the oil lamp, and then walked straight towards her bed. Before the oil lamp went out, Mu Jin glanced at the tent. She wanted to confirm the location of her small wooden bed, but she panicked at the moment before the oil lamp went out. It was found that there was no small wooden couch, no, she had heard the general order someone to deliver it in the warehouse before, but now there is no couch, could it be that the general wants to punish her again?

"Want to stand overnight?" Mo Ling, who had already sat on the bed over there, asked coldly when he saw that Hibiscus was still standing at the door of the tent like a log.

"I don't want to." Mu Jin immediately retorted, she is not a masochist, why did she have to stand all night.

"Not yet, what are you doing with the pestle?"

Pass? ? ?come over? ? ?

There were a row of question marks in Mu Jin's head, but she followed the order spontaneously to the bed where Mo Ling was.

It wasn't until the Hibiscus Pestle came to him that Mo Ling, who was about to lie down, realized that he forgot to explain, "All the wooden couches in the camp are assigned to recruits, and Lao Li has a bad memory. It will take some time to arrive, and you will stay with this general in the next few days."

After saying that, Mo Ling lay down straight, pulled the quilt on one side and put it on her body, then closed her eyes, leaving Mu Jin standing beside the bed in a daze.

No couch?
She hasn't had time to ask for a tent, and now she doesn't even have a separate wooden couch, this...

The hibiscus pestle lasted half a stick of incense, and Mo Ling became impatient with the pestle.

"If you don't want to sleep, go to the new barracks." In a word, the temperature was minus three degrees.

Boot camp?She went to the new barracks only after her brain had a convulsion. She would rather sleep with one man than sleep with a group of men. Cough, don't get me wrong, this sleep is not the other sleep.

(End of this chapter)