The next morning, everyone indeed enjoyed steaming hot pork chop noodles.
After eating and drinking their fill, Jiang Shaohua and Sun Zelan went together into the Wounded Soldier Camp tent. Sun Guangbai, who hadn't slept all night, had red eyes and was yawning while trying to stand up to salute.
"No need to salute," Jiang Shaohua quickly smiled and instructed, "Go back and rest quickly."
Sun Guangbai nodded, excused himself, and left the tent, yawning again and rubbing his red eyes vigorously.
A tender girl's voice rang in his ear, "Young master, do you still have the energy to go back to your tent?"
It was Shanxing's voice.
Sun Guangbai joked casually, "I stayed up all night, I can't even walk now."
Just as he finished speaking, Shanxing came closer and reached out to support his arm.
Sun Guangbai was startled, his drowsiness disappeared instantly, and he quickly took two steps back to put some distance between them, "What are you doing?"
