A smile spread across Wen Ci's face at Huo Jingyuan's confirmation. She watched him quietly as he ate his noodles, and after he finished, she said, "The pavilion is all yours, then."
"I'll go to Sea City this weekend to buy the materials."
"Okay." Wen Ci stood up from her chair, picked up the bowl Huo Jingyuan had finished with, and asked him, "So are you leaving tonight?"
"I have to."
The field training was located at a training ground in the Gobi Desert. He had taken three hours of leave and had to rush back immediately after applying Wen Ci's ointment.
Huo Jingyuan walked over to Wen Ci, took her slender wrist, and narrowed his eyes. His voice was alluring, tinged with a soft, lingering tenderness.
"Don't worry about the dishes just yet. Let me help you with the ointment first."
Hearing Huo Jingyuan's voice, Wen Ci's heart began to race. Her ears flushed bright red, and she bit her lip shyly. "It doesn't need ointment."
"Still shy?"
