Ji Muhan's coughing stopped, but the girl's shapely body pressed tightly against his back, and his already burning body seemed to rise even higher...
Ji Muhan simply turned over to face her, but unexpectedly, this brought them even closer. Every breath she took hit his chest, and this overly close position made them both feel uncomfortable for a moment...
In this situation, neither of them had time to feel awkward.
"Hanhan, I'm a little cold." She was silent for a while, then felt she should do something.
His body temperature was too high, too abnormal, and she was worried. She didn't have any medicine here to bring down his fever.
"Mmm." Ji Muhan's voice was a little hoarse.
She didn't need to explain; he knew what she meant...
Mo Qing smiled and thought, "This night is really nice."
"Come with me. Where are you from?" Mo Qing's muffled voice came from his chest.
"Are you afraid I'll fall asleep and never wake up?" He immediately guessed what she was thinking.
“You’re really hot; I bet it’s over 38 degrees Celsius,” Mo Qing said.
“But I can’t tell you that.” Ji Muhan smiled, her usually cold voice softening slightly.
If he turned around, the worry in the girl's eyes would be immediately apparent.
"Is it because of military regulations?" she said, then asked.
"You seem to know quite a lot." Ji Muhan was somewhat surprised.
The special operations brigade does indeed have this explicit regulation…
"Because my brother is also in the military," Mo Qing said in her soft, sweet voice.
She knew she only knew the basics; the things required for these two things alone were beyond her comprehension! Now, because of him… she wanted to know more…
"No wonder." Ji Muhan glanced at her indifferently.
No wonder she reacted strangely when she found out she was a soldier on the basketball court last time.
If you don't come up and be happy, aren't you unhappy too?
"I guess you're a special forces soldier too." Mo Qing's eyes were as pure as ever, her gaze sincere and certain, as if she had already made up her mind.
"Heh." Ji Muhan looked at her carefully, as if she had never examined her so seriously before, and then chuckled softly.
The fact that she can use the word "also" suggests that her brother is probably a special forces soldier.
It's likely that her brother taught her those self-defense techniques.
The girl appeared delicate and frail at first glance, but she was full of wicked ideas, her words were incoherent, and not a single word of truth came out.
However, these recent events and her behavior completely overturned his previous "bad impression" of her.
I imagine he's not a bad person.
Mo Qing was stunned, her eyes widening at Ji Muhan's fleeting smile. He was usually so aloof and reserved.
"Did your brother tell you anything about the special forces?" Ji Muhan stared intently at her.
"Ah, I know a bit. Their unit is classified, and most of the time they can't contact the outside world. Cell phones have to be handed in." Mo Qing always answered his questions.
Since my brother dropped out of school to join the army, he's only come home three times in total. (And each time, he was kicked out by our father before he could even get inside.)
Therefore, the two siblings never had a proper chat whenever they met.
Ji Muhan smiled slightly, her voice relaxed and natural as she said, "Then he didn't tell you that we always return our phones the moment before a mission, and we're not allowed to leak anything about the special forces. Otherwise, if we're found out, we'll be court-martialed."
Although they all entrusted their phones to him for safekeeping...
"Ah, so strict?" Mo Qing blinked blankly, unconsciously acting cute.
"Mmm." Seeing her adorable reaction, Ji Muhan's eyes softened for a moment, a rare occurrence.
He was now almost certain that Shen Shaolin had not informed her of their mission beforehand.
It was probably just an accident, or perhaps it was just a coincidence, and he was overthinking it.
"Ji Muhan, perhaps you don't remember the scene of our first meeting, but I will always remember it."
"Back then, I was thinking, how could there be such a handsome man in this world? Later..." By chance, I bumped into his "younger brother".
Ji Muhan seemed to be thinking about something, her eyes darkened, and she pursed her lips without saying a word.
"Ji Muhan... no, I'll still call you Hanhan. Don't sleep, let's talk, okay?" Mo Qing couldn't hear Ji Muhan's voice, and her heart clenched with tension. Without thinking, she spoke.
There was a barely perceptible fear in her words.
She silently prayed to herself, "He must not die. I won't let him die, I promise."
"Okay, I'll talk to you until your fever breaks." Ji Muhan chuckled, her words carrying a hint of indulgence.
The girl has too little experience; I'm afraid this series of events has already overwhelmed her.
Although his head was starting to feel foggy and he really wanted to sleep…
Mo Qing was so engrossed in her fear of losing him that she didn't notice how incredibly gentle Ji Muhan's tone was at that moment.
She took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Hanhan, how often do you usually take a vacation? How many days off do you get?"
"Not necessarily. If I suddenly encounter a mission during my leave, I might be immediately recalled to the unit." Ji Muhan frowned as his head throbbed, but not wanting Mo Qing to notice anything amiss, he answered in his usual tone, "The leave period is uncertain and there's no fixed number."
In fact, the Wolf Squad's leave is never fixed. Sometimes they don't have any missions for two or three months, and sometimes they need two or three months to carry out a mission behind enemy lines. It's really unpredictable...
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