Zhao Zun embraced Han Lei's petite body, kissing her full red lips recklessly, as if he wanted to kiss his beloved into his heart, to merge as one.
In just a few seconds, Han Lei was almost out of breath, and only then did Zhao Zun release her.
"Girl, we have to go."
Zhao Zun was reluctant, but this was still a battlefield. He wiped his still-warm lips and grabbed Han Lei to leave.
"Yes! That gasoline won't last long."
Han Lei's voice carried a hint of urgency; under the firelight, her face was a shy blush, but her eyes were anxious.
Currently, the reason the Turkic soldiers were in chaos was only due to a timing difference.
Firstly, it was because they had lost their commander and their supplies were burned. Secondly, the unexpected appearance of peanuts and the fire wall caused a temporary fright among the Turkic soldiers.
