They were soldiers; there were no romantic surroundings, no surprises, or anything romantic. Even couples deeply in love will have a deep yearning for each other and love them deep in their hearts, but they had no complaints due to the army uniform they were wearing.
Xia Jinyuan ate quicker than Ye Jian, he who had finished eating in a few bites said ‘remember to wish the plates’ and quickly left. Before he left, Ye Jian even saw him take down the pen and booklet the cooking staff had used to record the hygiene of the place, and he walked out of the kitchen in just a few steps with his long slender legs.
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He, a major, ran into the army’s kitchen for food. If someone saw it, he still had the rank of a major, they would give him lenient treatment, but she can’t! She was still a student! She would be criticized if she was caught.
Thinking of that, Ye Jian hurriedly ate, she was afraid the soldier in charge of cooking would catch her red-handed.
The two plates still needed to be scrubbed; she stacked the plates properly after eating and cleaning up. When she came out, she saw Xia Jinyuan squatting on the lawn behind the kitchen, his slender figure was bent, just like a beast in waiting, he was filled with cold and ferocious spirits.
He seemed to have cut his hair, the hairs behind his head were neat, exposing his deep neckline, the thick and black hairs made him look wild. Touching it, it should be prickly, Ye Jian lowered her head and squinted.
His right arm was moving slightly, he seemed to be doing delicate work, and his arms could not be widened.
All of a sudden, Ye Jian seemed to have thought of something; she immediately halted her footsteps as she approached him…After that, she appeared to have uncontrollable thoughts of escaping.
He had said that he wanted to discuss the love letters with her earlier…he took away the pen and notebook the soldier in charge of cooking used to record the hygiene. He was also acting like this right now, could she think a little deeper and further? She felt that Captain Xia was…writing a love letter?
Thinking about such possibilities, Ye Jian unconsciously curled her lips; her breathing became hurried, her jade-like delicate face began heating up and blushing.
It’s better to leave quickly! Who was Captain Xia? He still has Commander-in-chief Xia above him, that person was one of the highest-ranked leaders in the whole army, and Captain Xia… was his son! At that moment, Ye Jian remembered such an urgent matter, how could she remain over there, she quickly fled just like a rabbit.
Xia Jinyuan had long heard the sound of movements behind him, but he was still struggling to finish his writing. So what about love letters, how could those fellas whose hairs have not fully grown write good love letters? The little fox would not take a single glance at childish love letters!
The hateful thing was that it was something he had always wanted to do; he was thinking of sending the letter when the little fox was in university, but he had not taken action, and someone had already taken action first!
It was unendurable, and he needed to write a love letter.
” I do not know what love is, but I guess, seeing you smile makes me smile, seeing you hurt makes me hurt, I think this is love. They say the romance between special forces soldiers is the most painful kind of love. It’s because their love cannot be out in the open, it could only be in the shadows, struggling painfully at the sharp corner, yearning for each other would be painful.”
” Little fox, I do not know what’s the feeling of deep yearning, I only know that when it’s quiet, I would be thinking whether you are living well the most, when I was at the desolate lands, when facing the stretches of yellow sand, I was thinking, it was a kind of happiness flying pass the place you stayed.”
When he wrote until that point, Xia Jinyuan lifted his pen and added a sentence, “Compared to the little boy’s ramblings, only knowing how to seek sensory love, I feel that the union of the souls of two people is true love,” This sentence was written with… tsk tsk tsk, a strong sense of jealousy.
