Mo Shangjun lifted her head, staring into Ya Tianxing's eyes.
Ya Tianxing reached out his finger and slowly wiped the blood off Mo Shangjun's face.
His movements were meticulous; the blood slowly disappeared in his hands, and finally, he used his sleeve to wipe it away completely.
Mo Shangjun let him do it.
Once there was no trace of blood left on Mo Shangjun's face, Ya Tianxing slowly spoke, "Your problem is that you need to recognize your combat capabilities."
Mo Shangjun smirked, "Instructor Ya, isn't this assessment a bit too high?"
Ya Tianxing replied seriously, "For someone who considers themselves the best soldier ever, it's not too high."
"Is it sarcasm?" Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow.
"The truth."
Ya Tianxing said.
Exhaling, Mo Shangjun smiled with relief, and stepped out of Ya Tianxing's embrace.
"Thanks," Mo Shangjun looked directly into Ya Tianxing's eyes, then said, "but right now, I really wish I had a Memory Eraser to wipe this experience from your mind."
