The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Jinyuan laughed.
He noticed that girls who could talk with his little fox were indeed straightforward.
“I’m worried that she can’t settle her business on her own.
Please help me to look after her.”

Standing below, Xia Jinyuan quietly waited.

On the other hand, under Yang Jin’s gestures, Ye Jian was so embarrassed that she wanted to hit a wall.
How … does he know everything! Since he knew everything, then she didn’t need to cover anything up!

Sponsored Content

Returning from the toilet, Ye Jian saw him standing in front.
He had a look that made him seem as if he was waiting for her.
Ye Jian painfully groaned.
Why was it that every time she saw him, she felt awkward?

Who knew that when this kind-hearted Tibetan girl, Yang Jin, heard her painful groan, it actually made her think that something had happened to Ye Jian, so she shouted out loud.

The Tibetans living on the plateau not only had a large lung capacity, but they also had a golden voice.
The distant Xia Jinyuan heard Yang Jin crying for him to hurry over there!

Ye Jian still hadn’t recovered from the pain of her awkward encounter when she saw a tall man dashing towards her.

Sponsored Content

He was a strong man, like a dragon, and his pace was steady.
In just the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of her.

“Did the wound open? Don’t move, I’ll carry you.” He sprinted over, and without even panting, he asked while immediately squatting in front of Ye Jian, his wide back facing her.
He urged once more, “Get up! We’ll go back to the tent and have a look.”

Yang Jin also thought that Ye Jian’s wound had opened, so she instantly and carefully helped her up Xia Jinyuan’s back.

“Hold tight, don’t stress your waist.
Wrap both your hands around my shoulders, don’t place your weight on your hips.” Xia Jinyuan waited for her to get onto him.
While calmly urging her, he slowly got up.

He was worried that Ye Jian’s center of gravity would move downwards, so he intentionally tilted his body forward such that her entire weight was on him.
His hands weren’t holding Ye Jian’s hips; instead, they were on her thighs like a gentleman.