Yue Zhan raised an eyebrow, a hint of anger on his face. So, after a busy day, he was so worried about her that he didn't even bother to take off his armor. And when he asked her a couple of questions, she got angry. "This is the border, not the capital city where songs and dances are commonplace. Since you're staying here, you have to adapt to life here. Don't do things like this again."
Shi Lan pouted, slumped onto the couch, turned her back to him, and completely ignored him.
Yue Zhan stared intently at her back for a long while before wearily rubbing his brows, taking off his soft armor, tiptoeing to her side, and carefully lying down.
A strong masculine scent wafted from behind. Shi Lan frowned and rubbed closer, her face burning, her heart racing, her palms sweating, and a surge of heat, like an electric current, rapidly spread from her lower abdomen throughout her body.
A surge of anger welled up in Shi Lan's heart. She clenched her fingers tightly, but in the end, she couldn't suppress her rage.
She turned around forcefully and gave a rough shove, pushing Yue Zhan, who had just touched the bed, to the ground.
Yue Zhan was agile; he barely touched the ground after falling before springing up and looking at her angrily, "What are you trying to do now?"
She had acted without thinking because of her anger. Now that she was more aware, she was immediately trembling with fear. She stammered a few words and whispered, "I want you to stay away from me."
It's very uncomfortable to have a breath stuck in your throat.
Yue Zhan looked at where she was lying, then at the edge of the bed, and sighed, recalling the strange behavior she exhibited every time she saw him.
"Wasn't your illness cured? Why has it relapsed?"
"I didn't have any flare-ups a while ago because I had typhoid fever and couldn't smell anything," Shi Lan said timidly, looking at him. "Now my typhoid fever is cured..."
Shi Lan didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.
(To be continued.)
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