Wen Lan rushed back on the last day of her leave for family visits.
She was carrying a big bag, looking at Lin Nianhe who sat on a bicycle at the train station entrance, confused: "Didn't you just come back? Why are you going out again?"
Lin Nianhe: "Is there a possibility that I came to pick you up?"
"Eh? You pick me up? Not only do I have to carry my luggage, but I also have to ride the bike with you on it, aren't you just giving me trouble?" Sister Lan didn't hide her disdain.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
"You sit in the back, I'll ride!" Lin Nianhe boldly patted the rear seat.
Wen Lan took a big step back, looking up at the sky to avoid Lin Nianhe's gaze: "Forget it, my family has a rule, we can't court death before the end of the first lunar month."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
She felt that the Wen Family's rules had just been made up half a minute ago.
"A soldier can be killed but not insulted, Wen Lan! Let's duel!"
