Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

The furious man caught and bit whom, Yunxi's eyelids twitched as she watched him kick Su Hang's feet, unable to calm down, she couldn't pull out the steel piece at all.

Unbearable, she raised her hand and slapped him on the face, neither lightly nor hard.

The crisp sound of slapping echoed in the room, and at the same time, it was transmitted through the headset to the ears of other special forces members standing guard outside.

In an instant, the world was silent.

The special forces team members who witnessed this moment all tacitly turned away and turned around as if they didn't see it.

Mu Feichi stared wide-eyed at the little woman in front of him who had slapped him across the face, and met her who was also stubbornly staring at his watery eyes. Fearlessness and worry were written all over his pink face. For a moment, his whole heart It went limp.

Facing this little thing, he really has nothing to do with her.

Opening the medicine box, Yun Xi glanced at Su Hang who was staggering up, and pushed the vaccine in the beehive box over, "You go there first to vaccinate the infected patients, pay attention to the isolation, I'll come here!"

"Okay!" Su Hang didn't dare to look at Mu Feichi, and ran away desperately holding the beehive box.

Yun Xi stood up, took scissors to cut off the clothes around the wound, and carefully cleaned off the black blood around the steel sheet.

She lowered her head and found an anesthetic from the medicine box, looked up at the man who had been staring at her, and before she could ask him if he wanted anesthesia, he raised his other hand to put the anesthetic in her hand. The medicine was drawn.

"No anesthesia, just pull it out!" He said, sitting sideways and sitting upright, leaving his back to her.

"Are you afraid that there will be a sudden accident later, and the anesthetic will affect your shooting?"

Taking advantage of the gap between her words, she secretly took an anesthetic needle, and when he was caught off guard, the needle stuck into his shoulder.

"You..." Mu Feichi tilted his head slightly, realizing that it was too late when she got the needle, and the potion slowly pushed into his skin layer.

Leaning over, she leaned close to his ear and whispered: "At least I'm from the same school as my teacher, and you taught me by hand. My ability is not so bad that you can't trust me, right?"

Even if there is an accident, she can now replace Li Zilan as his first observer.

The warm breath came to his ears, and Mu Feichi twitched his lips, "Honey, this is a battlefield, not Tianyu Mountain's training camp, bullets don't have eyes, no one will let you!"

"I understand!" It was precisely because this was a battlefield that she did not dare to be negligent all the way here, and she never let go of her tense nerves for a moment.

The anesthetic gradually took effect, Yun Xi took the time to pull the gloves and stand behind him, and reminded in a low voice: "I'm going to pull it out, don't move!"

Mu Feichi frowned and sat upright, with his hands resting on his knees and clenched into fists. A dull pain and numbness came from his shoulders. The steel plate on his shoulders was taken out. Quickly, without any hesitation.

The blood splattered from her shoulder splashed on her clothes, Yun Xi still took out the tweezers from the medicine box without changing her face, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

The light in the abandoned room was dim, no one spoke, only the slight sound of tweezers tape falling on the box.

A dim lamp was hung on the wall of their place. In the dim yellow light, the two shadows reflected on the ground overlapped and moved again and again.

Seeing the overlapping figures of the two people, the sound of gunfire and gunfire could be faintly heard outside. In such a short and beautiful time, Mu Feichi has never been so eager for peace and a comfortable life as he is now.

Looking at the dependent figures on the ground, the smoke and war outside can not stop the tenderness and warmth burning in the middle of the night at this moment.

The flower of love that blooms in the battlefield has always been glamorous.