Seeing Yan Jingxun coming, An Yunshan sighed in his heart, and cheered up to deal with this guy.

This person rarely takes a bath with other people, anyway, he has never seen a group of people in a row, and he has never asked to 'open a small stove' for himself to release water alone, so after a long time, this problem has been ignored by many people.

Yan Jingxun came to him and glanced at An Yunshan, probably because they could always meet, the two of them were no longer as tense as they were at the beginning.

However, Yan Jingxun's temptation was not less, and An Yunshan's defense was not reduced.

Because Yan Jingxun's time is still fixed, An Yunshan is either one step ahead of him or one step behind him.

Even if she did, it was when she walked and he came.

I thought that Yan Jingxun would walk past her side as before, but unexpectedly, a hand suddenly stretched out to her.

Almost subconsciously, An Yunshan raised his hand and grabbed his wrist!

Yan Jingxun raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at An Yunshan's defensive eyes through the night, and said lightly: "You have something on your head." ”

An Yunshan was stunned, probably not expecting him to explain.

Just when she was stunned, Yan Jingxun reached out his other hand, grabbed her wrist, and ripped her hand off his own.

Seeing the five onion-like fingers, Yan Jingxun pulled closer, the fingers were slender and slender, the bones were distinct, and the white onion roots glowed faintly in the moonlight.

His thumb slid across her palm.

The tingling sensation ran across his palm with his thumb.

The unexpected action made An Yunshan's eyes widen slightly, and his hand tried to pull it back, but he couldn't break free.

Then, Yan Jingxun suddenly raised her wrist and looked at the two shocking bruises on her arm, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"What's going on?"

An Yunshan struggled again, but still couldn't pull his hand back.

This guy's strength is too great!

"I touched it when I was helping today." An Yunshan replied indifferently.

Yan Jingxun's gaze stayed on her face for a while before he spoke, "Don't affect the training." ”

An Yunshan's expression was calm, "No, can you let go?" ”

After a pause, the corners of Yan Jingxun's lips had a touch of curvature, and he replied to the question: "The cocoon is not thick enough, and I will increase the amount for you tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he let go of An Yunshan's hand, raised his hand and took down the small wooden stick on her head, and then passed her without looking back.

An Yunshan held his wrist, and suddenly realized in his heart that the guy was just touching the cocoon at the root of her finger.

Is this a temptation?

Thinking about it, she quickly left.

Yan Jingxun glanced sideways at her back slightly, and gently rubbed the thumb and index finger of his left hand, and the soft palm was hard to imagine that it was used to hold a gun.

Thinking of his actions just now, Yan Jingxun frowned, why did he slash across her palm......

However, the cocoon is indeed very thin, is it entering the next stage?

With her marksmanship, it is true that the initial run-in period has long passed.

Yan Jingxun didn't think much about it, took off his shirt, revealing a strong broad-shouldered and narrow waist...

The next day, after a morning of training, the soldiers went to the canteen to eat in squads.

The cafeteria here is a long table, a long table for ten people, each person eats his own meal, and occasionally there is a whispered voice, but the canteen is not noisy.

An Yunshan sat on the edge and suddenly felt a person standing there beside him, with a faint fragrance.

She looked sideways and saw a female soldier with a melon seed face standing next to her.

This is... Yesterday's literary soldier?