The man sighed, "I won't do such a thing. It's useless for you to threaten me. I have my own bottom line. He is a human being and an excellent soldier!

He is useful to the country. Even if he has to sacrifice himself, he can only fall on the battlefield, under the enemy's guns, not in the calculations of his own people.

I have also gone through the same process as him, and I cherish all the soldiers under my command.

I think you need to calm down. ”

Ouyang Ruofei picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the ice-cold tea, he did calm down.

"I am in a bad mood."

He let out a long breath and his eyes became clear again.

"You are right, we shouldn't point our guns at our own people..."

As the sky brightened, the crowing of Aunt Qi's chickens could be heard from far away.

Liu Xinyan opened her eyes dazedly.

"Hmm~"

As soon as she moved, she let out a muffled cry and felt heavy, sore and uncomfortable all over.

"Wife, are you awake?" Peng Zhihua stuck his head out from the side with a wide grin.

Liu Xinyan paused, and immediately remembered what happened last night.

Embarrassed, she quickly pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

"You, why are you still here?"

Peng Zhihua listened to Liu Xinyan's muffled questioning voice coming from under the quilt, with a smug look in his eyes and on his face.

"I, I saw that you were too tired, so I had to take care of you and cover you with a blanket, fearing that you would catch a cold."

As he said this, he reached out to pull the quilt.

"Come on, get up. You must be hungry. What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

Liu Xinyan felt him pulling the quilt, and she gripped the quilt tightly with both hands, like a turtle, not daring to show her face.

"What are you going to do? Stop talking."

"I, I want to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks. Go buy them. Go quickly."

Liu Xinyan urged Peng Zhihua from inside the bed. Peng Zhihua knew that she didn't know how to face him, so he quickly coaxed her, "Okay, I'll go buy it. Hurry up and wash up. There's hot water on the stove."

"I know."

After the footsteps faded away and the door closed, Liu Xinyan dared to carefully stick her head out from under the quilt.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, she quickly grabbed the folded clothes beside her and put them on.

She cried out several times because of the discomfort in her body, and her face was flushed.

After washing up, she quickly combed her hair with water. Before Peng Zhihua came back, she took out some cold cream from the cupboard and applied it on her face, neck and hands.

Then she pretended nothing had happened and sat by the stove.

Although she appeared calm on the surface, she was actually very nervous.

Various complex emotions are mixed together, shyness, excitement, sweetness, nervousness and so on.

"Rub, rub, rub~"

It was the sound of military boots stepping on the ground. Liu Xinyan knew that Peng Zhihua had returned.

She quickly reached out to tidy up her hair, then sat down with her head lowered.

"Xinyan, are you okay?"

Peng Zhihua was carrying breakfast, his eyes sparkling.

"Hmm~", Liu Xinyan was four parts shy, three parts sweet, and three parts awkward.