He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Yan Bei's weapon is extremely powerful. The beastman's claws can tear apart the Zerg, but they consume stamina. Yan Bei's cold weapon is different; a single bullet from it can blast a Zerg into pieces.

The battle situation gradually became clear, and the number of Zerg was decreasing.

After the last Zergling breathed its last, many people wanted to get to know this unfamiliar young man.

"Hey bro, can I have that one you're holding...?"

Let me see.

Before he could finish speaking, the weapon that had just been used to kill countless insects was thrown over, flying through the air in a perfect parabola before landing steadily in his arms.

The man hurriedly caught it, and looking up, he saw that the boy had already dropped his weapon and run off in another direction.

Heading towards...the captain.

Um? ! !

team leader?!!

Who is he to the captain?!

Yan Bei pulled Qu Yi up and down, touching her head and back: "Are you alright? Are you injured? Have your wounds reopened?"

Qu Yi grabbed his wrist to prevent him from touching it further: "You're not hurt, don't worry."

Yan Bei stared at her quietly for two seconds, then grabbed her wrist with his other hand, pulled her into his arms, and pressed her head against his chest with his other hand.

Others: Wow!

"Don't you know you're injured?! You actually jumped from upstairs! What if your wound reopened?! With me here, couldn't you just rest and recover properly?"

"...I am the captain, Yan Bei."

"You are a patient too."

Qu Yi remained silent for a moment, then compromised: "Okay, I'll take the stairs next time."

Yan Bei stepped back slightly, staring at her with his blue eyes.

Others were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, and when it was time to eat, everyone ate as usual. In the camp's special canteen, a group of people huddled together and whispered. When Yan Bei walked in, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at him.

Yan Bei glanced at it, ignored it, and packed two meals. A man in a camouflage short-sleeved shirt walked up to him.

The other person sized him up for a few moments: "Your name is Yan Bei?"

"Ah."

"Are you and the team leader siblings? I heard you call her 'sister'."

Yan Bei looked up at him, her thin lips curving slightly: "No, we are a couple."

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and he stammered, "Lovers?!" He was shocked for a while, and only came to his senses after Yan Bei's figure disappeared. He returned to the group of people, who chattered with questions.

"Hey! Did you ask? What's his relationship with the captain?"

"Since you're calling me 'sister,' we're siblings, right?"

"But they don't look alike."

Who says siblings have to look alike?

The man smacked his lips: "Hmm... they're a couple."

Others: ( ?皿?) ? !

"That doesn't make sense, why would a couple call each other 'older sister'?"

This question caused some of them to exchange glances and chuckle.

In the ward.

Qu Yi reached for the spoon again, but Yan Bei dodged it.

“I’ll eat it myself!” she said, frowning.

"You are hurt."

"I didn't hurt my hand."

“I want to feed you,” Yan Bei said, scooping up some soup with a spoon and bringing it to her lips. “Drink the soup; it’ll help you recover.”

"Yan Bei... um!" Before she could finish speaking, a small piece of spoon had already been stuffed into her mouth.

"Why won't you let me feed you? I like taking care of you. We're dating. You can make me do anything, as long as it's not murder or arson."

Actually, the latter option isn't entirely unacceptable either.

Yan Bei added a sentence in his mind.

Qu Yi swallowed a mouthful of hot soup, feeling a warm glow in her stomach: "Then you can sleep next door tonight."

Yan Bei paused, looked up at her, and suddenly leaned over to give her a light kiss on the lips: "Then let's just kill and set fires."

Qu Yi was speechless.