Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Instinctively, she wanted to touch him. Suddenly, she stumbled into his arms. As she fell into his arms, she heard him say helplessly in a low voice, "You still want to touch me? Do you want the thorns to dig deeper into your flesh and leave them as a memento?"

His heart ached when he saw her injured.

He knew that it was inevitable, but his heart still ached.

He wanted to put her in his palm and dote on her. However, because of their profession, he had to let go of her. He had no choice but to see her hurt and suffer.

As the saying went, if you can't withstand a storm, how can you see a rainbow? As special forces soldiers, they might not be able to see a rainbow. It might be eternal darkness the next second and they might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Both of them were special forces soldiers who had gone through hardships. They were calm and casual despite being injured, but their hearts ached for each other.

He also knew how much her heart hurt when she saw the wound on her waist. He also knew how worried she was when he lost contact with her.

Ye Jian didn't touch him anymore. She threw herself into his arms and smiled. "It's better not to keep such a small injury as a memento. On the other hand, your wound is actually a memento."

Listening to her indifferent tone, Xia Jinyuan felt bitter.

He wanted to protect her well so that she wouldn't have any injuries. He also wanted to face the flames of war with her. He wanted to shoulder all the dangers while she just stood behind him.

He wanted to do all those things, but it was just a thought.

He lowered his head and kissed the girl who didn't want to get up from his arms. His warm lips kissed her forehead softly. "Brave little fox, let's pick out the thorns first. I'll let you hug me when we get to bed later."

She could hug him on the bed again... Ye Jian glanced at the 1.5-meter double bed from the corner of her eye. He was more than 1.8 meters tall. If he laid on it, he would have to curl up.

The curtains in the room were drawn. Xia Jinyuan turned on the bedside lamp and looked at the two thorns in the corner of her eyes. They were probably a little deep.

The needle used to suture wounds was disinfected with alcohol. He pressed the corners of her eyes lightly with his fingers and stared at the deep thorns with his deep and dark eyes. He said softly, "The thorns are a little deep. It'll hurt to pick them out. Bear with it."

She didn't feel much pain when the thorns stabbed into her flesh, especially since she was fully immersed in the battle. She didn't even feel the pricks on her face.

Now, it was a little painful when she felt the needle picking out the thorns that had pierced into her flesh. The needle touched the hard thorns lightly. Xia Jinyuan saw Ye Jian's long and curly black eyelashes trembling. He subconsciously made a blowing gesture to coax the girl. He even coaxed her gently, "It doesn't hurt. Be good. It won't hurt anymore in a while."

Ye Jian couldn't help but laugh when she heard Xia Jinyuan coaxing her like he was coaxing a three-year-old child. When she laughed, her cheeks moved and the corners of her eyes were tugged. Xia Jinyuan reacted quickly and took the needle away to prevent it from hurting her.

"Be serious. Don't laugh." He pretended to be angry. Within two seconds, he failed to heed his own words.

His handsome face was gentle as he continued coaxing her. "It'll be done soon. There aren't two thorns but three."

"They've been stuck in your flesh for so long and have been drenched in water for a few hours. The wound is too close to the corner of your eye. I don't want to hurt your eye."

Normally, he didn't have much time to take care of her. Now that he was beside her, as her boyfriend, he naturally had to take good care of her.

Ye Jian didn't move anymore. The sharp needle had touched the edge of her eyelashes just now. She wasn't afraid that the pus would hurt her eyes. She was afraid that if she smiled again, the needle tip would accidentally prick her eyes.