Qin Huai pulled her along and turned to leave: "Mr. Jiang, my Zhong Yan doesn't like candy or snacks. You'd better save your breath. She's not an ordinary girl."

Jiang Xiaochen continued to flare up, took a few steps forward, pulled the man over, and looked at him smugly: "You brat, if she doesn't go over, it's the same if I do. You, stay away from her."

Since he has taken a liking to her, she can only be his.

Zhong Yan's wrist ached from his grip, and she was somewhat speechless: "Jiang Xiaochen, can't you be reasonable? You're nobody to me, is it really necessary?"

Jiang Xiaochen stared at her intently: "Zhong Yan, my patience has its limits."

"Thanks, but my patience has its limits." Zhong Yan rolled her eyes at him without any politeness. He must be out of his mind, otherwise why would he talk to her like that?

"Come with me." Jiang Xiaochen used force to pick the person up horizontally, taking his domineering nature to the extreme: "If you don't want to stay in the dormitory to recover, then come with me somewhere."

"Qin Huai, Qin Huai!" Zhong Yan was furious. Who did he think he was, acting so casually in front of him, always acting like a hooligan, shameless and rude. He was just a scoundrel.

Jiang Xiaochen tightened his grip on her even more. How dare she yell? Could that pretty boy really snatch her away from him? That was impossible.

He took a deep breath, his face growing even more gloomy.

Qin Huai wanted to pursue him, but unfortunately, at this point, the advantages of professionalism versus unprofessionalism became apparent. One was recovering from a serious illness, while the other was a king among soldiers. It was obvious who was superior.

"Jiang Xiaochen, don't go too far."

"..."

Jiang Xiaochen didn't even glance at him. This was the wife he had chosen, the woman he loved, and in his heart, she was his own possession.

Zhong Yan struggled in vain, and became even angrier at him. To be honest, he was really annoying: "Jiang Xiaochen, can't you be a little reasonable?"

Jiang Xiaochen glanced at her indifferently and said, word by word, "The consequence of my reasoning is that you ran off with another man."

Zhong Yan remained silent. What kind of nonsense was this? It made it sound like they had some kind of intimate relationship.

“Jiang Xiaochen, listen to me, this relationship between us is not appropriate.”

“I think it’s quite suitable,” Jiang Xiaochen said coldly. “If I hear another word that says it’s not suitable, I’ll make it suitable. Zhong Yan, you’re already eighteen years old, aren’t you?”

"You, you, you..." Zhong Yan gritted her teeth. Shameless! She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. She could no longer tolerate it. She wanted to see what this Jiang Xiaochen was all about.

Thinking about it, she hooked her arms around his neck and flipped herself down, just like a mischievous little monkey.

Jiang Xiaochen pursed his lips, pulled her down, hooked his arm around her waist, spun her around, and once again held her firmly in his arms, carefully controlling the distance between them so as not to actually hurt her wound.

"Silly girl, don't try to provoke me."

"So what if you provoke me?" Zhong Yan curled her lips, grabbed his elbow, twisted it back forcefully, and snorted: "All's fair in war, Mr. Jiang, how could you forget that?"