The female soldier couldn't bear to look directly into the man's handsome face; her cheeks flushed red as she said, "I'm sorry, Young Commander, I came to bring you food. I covered you with a blanket earlier because I was afraid you might catch a cold, I… I'll leave right now."
The female soldier got up, her movements somewhat frantic.
But at that moment, Feng Yueming clutched her slender wrist, preventing her from moving.
His narrow eyes stared at the female soldier's beautiful, plain face with an inscrutable intent.
The female soldier's gaze swiftly shifted from shock to shy modesty. Her face blushed even more intensely as they locked eyes. Without a word needing to be said, the temperature of the air seemed to sizzle up several dozen degrees. She gently bit her crimson lower lip and then began to speak, "Young Commander, I…"
"Go out," Feng Yueming suddenly released the female soldier's wrist at that moment.
