The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

He Jing, who handed over the kettle, was still thinking about the sweet smile that Ye Jian showed in her dream. He Jing, who had never seen Ye Jian's sweet smile for three years, couldn't resist her curiosity. She was half-squatting. He bent his knees and moved to Ye Jian's side, lightly touched Ye Jian with his shoulders, and asked in a low voice with a smile, "What kind of sweet dream did you have just now, you laughed so much that your teeth were exposed, just like drinking honey, I It looks sweet."

The stream water "rushed" into the kettle, and it didn't take a while for the whole kettle to be filled. Ye Jian picked up the wet kettle and screwed the lid, turned to look at He Jing, the white jade cheeks had a touch that paled like the tips of lotus petals The pink color, "Everyone laughed? Made a sound?"

...

No, she hasn't been able to laugh out loud in her dreams.

Thinking of the sweetness of reuniting after a long absence in the dream, of the man in the dream holding his face gently in his hands, those dark eyes full of affection staring at her, and then slowly lowering his head and getting closer, just thinking of Ye Jian I just felt my cheeks get hot.

He Jing looked at Ye Jian like the peach blossoms on the branches in the spring breeze. She wanted to bloom and was ashamed. She suddenly realized it.

With a face full of jokes: "It's incredible, it's incredible, spring is over early, why are you still thinking about spring now? Did you have a spring dream?"

Si Chun? illusion?

Ye Jian was so ashamed that her face seemed to be steaming hot, "What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing." She didn't even kiss her, so how could she be called Chunmeng?

Besides, isn't that what Chunmeng is? Even if the kiss arrives and there is no next move, there is no spring dream.

"Nothing? It's clear that something is wrong. Look at your face, it's all spring. Look at your smile. You look like a young girl with a sense of spring." He Jing has also been in love. Ye Jian's appearance was clearly a dream of her mysterious boyfriend.

She smiled with a playful look on her face, and Ye Jian was so embarrassed that the faint pink on her cheeks became thicker, the color was brighter, and the beauty of Yaoyao made He Jing stunned for a while.

Between the green mountains and green waters, the red face is like a flower blooming on the branches in the wind.

He Jing couldn't help but swallow her saliva, feeling a little bit of desire to touch Ye Jian's face.

And she did.

Ye Jian looked at her comrade-in-arms as if her eyes were a little blurry, she reached out and touched her face. She blinked and asked He Jing, "What? I got something on my face."

"You have the words "national serenity" on your face, and I feel like I made a lot of money when I touch it. It feels so good... it's really like a peeled egg, tender and smooth." He Jing sighed while touching, "Little Jian'er, your boyfriend really makes a lot of money, this skin, this color... baby!"

He Jing has always been prudent, and seldom said these joking words. Ye Jian, who was suddenly taken advantage of by her, quickly picked her up with her hand on her face, and glared at her, "The peeled egg. There are a lot of them in the cafeteria, I'll give you ten or eight when I look back, so you can touch enough."

"No, no, I don't even feel like touching you when I touch an egg." He Jing closed it when she saw Ye Jian's face blushing. Although she still wanted to tease, she knew that if she kept teasing... Wen, the guy who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, attracted him.