The third day of military training.

Before you know it, it's coming to an end.

"All of them, ten minutes off."

Everyone was relieved because of this sentence.

Zhang Mumu took a bottle of water and was about to run to Jiang Han's side.

"What for?"

"What are you doing?" looked at Zhang Rui, who was blocking in front of him, with a displeased face.

It's in the way of me looking for my little brother at the bus stop.

"It's delicious." Zhang Rui snatched the water from Zhang Mumu's hand, took a sip, saw Zhang Mumu looking at him angrily, and handed the water bottle over, "Do you still drink?" ”

Zhang Mumu gritted his teeth and stepped on his white shoes, "Don't drink." "Turn and leave.

Fuck your sister.

Ahh

Only Zhang Rui, who was holding his feet in pain, was left scurrying.

My shoes.

A favorite pair.

There was a circle of people around Jiang Han, and it was difficult to insert it.

Pouted, just wanted to lift his feet to leave, and the next second he heard the voice, he retracted and walked back.

"Jiang Han, this is for you." A delicate-looking and small-looking girl, facing Jiang Han, raised the mineral water in her hand shyly.

Everyone sighed.

Without waiting for Jiang Han to react, he snatched the mineral water from the girl's hand with one hand.

A little sunlight shone through, and her long hand lifted the water bottle, revealing the curvature of her beautiful side face, and her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, inciting people like butterfly feathers.

The thin lips touched the mouth of the bottle, and the throat rose and fell from time to time.

Jiang Han had an indescribable feeling in his heart, itchy and numb.

If you want to touch her head, it must be soft.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he looked away.

"It's thirst-quenching, thank you, beauty." patted the girl's shoulder, as if like an elder.

The girl stomped her feet and left angrily.

It's not for you to drink, it's really annoying.

Zhang Mumu disagreed, raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Han with an aggrieved expression, as if he saw his own man's red apricot coming out of the wall.

Is it that if I don't come, you're going to pick up the water of the young lady?

Scumbag!

You're my scumbag.

"Assembled." Jiang Han walked up, afraid that he would really not be able to control himself to touch her head.

In the blink of an eye, it was indeed about to assemble.