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

in the tent.

Wei An stared at Qu Yi in disbelief, then reached up to put his jaw back on, which had fallen to the ground.

"Sister Yi, are you here to catch your partner cheating?"

"Catching someone in the act?"

Zhao Yang's face instantly darkened: "Wei An!"

Wei An scratched his head: "Well... as the saying goes, a woman who shows up suddenly is there to catch her cheating."

Zhao Yang: "Who said that, a common saying?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and with that deathly look in his eyes, Wei An felt that the person who said those common sayings (himself) would be dragged out and killed by him.

"Ahem, um, boss, when are you going back?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wei An knew he was doomed.

How could someone say something like that?!

General Zhao looked at him with a cold smile, as if he would snap his neck at any moment.

Before Qu Yi could reply, Wei An fled as if his life depended on it, leaving behind the words, "We'll talk later, I have urgent business!"

Zhao Yang looked at Qu Yi and asked, "When are you going back?"

The meaning of the phrase is: "immediately."

Zhao Yang's expression first changed from shock to displeasure, and finally settled on a look of grievance.

"Will you stay for two more days?"

"Waiting to catch them in the act?"

“Qu Yi…” Zhao Yang’s voice was low and he didn’t even call her “sister” anymore; he was about to get angry.

"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore. I'll stay for ten days at most."

In the following days, Zhao Yang would take Qu Yi out to play whenever he had free time, but he didn't have much time, and he only took her out three times in total.

Zhao Yang kept praying that nothing would go wrong in these last few days, otherwise he would have to waste some more time with Qu Yi.

Unfortunately, God did not wish.

The Iron Fangs sent a small squad to raid the camp at night, but fortunately the camp was well-guarded and they failed.

That night was noisy and chaotic. Firelight flickered outside, and many people were running around.

Qu Yi went out to take a look.

"Why did you come out? It's dangerous, go back inside quickly!"

Zhao Yang ran over and shoved her into the tent.

"What happened?"

I'll tell you when I get back.

It wasn't until dusk the next day that Zhao Yang emerged from the council tent and returned to his own tent. There, he saw Qu Yi sitting at the table, head bowed, eating. His gaze immediately softened.

"After you've eaten, I'll take you somewhere."

"where?"

"You eat first, I'll take you there in a bit."

Before me was a misty haze, layer upon layer on the water's surface, so thick that the surrounding scenery was almost impossible to see.

"spa?"

Zhao Yang raised an eyebrow: "Sister calls it a hot spring? Not a bad name."

Qu Yi: "Otherwise, what should we call it?"

Zhao Yang laughed out loud: "We're rather rough, we call it hot soup."

"Want to go for a soak? It's cold at the border, a hot bath is good for your health."

Qu Yi turned and stared at him: "Us?"

Zhao Yang's expression froze: "What are you thinking about? Of course, it's you."

Qu Yi then asked, "And what about you?"

Zhao Yang tilted her head: "If you keep talking, I'll start to think you're inviting me to go for a date."

In the end, Qu Yi soaked in the water for a while by himself, while Zhao Yang sat cross-legged on the ground nearby, keeping watch.

Back in the tent, Qu Yi was feeling sleepy after soaking in the hot spring and quickly fell asleep. Zhao Yang stared at her for a while before going out to take a cold shower.

When I came back, I got into bed still damp from the sweat.

She yawned lazily and said insincerely, "Why did you take a cold shower? Didn't you say it was cold at the border?"

"I'm a man, after all. How can I not even withstand this little bit of cold? Sister, are you underestimating me?"

"No, I was just wondering if Wei An should prescribe some medicine to reduce your internal heat."

The person behind him remained silent, but their breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, her body was forcefully turned around by a pair of large hands, and a low, husky male voice sounded above her head: "So, what does my sister know?"

"Like, the time you stole a kiss from me?"

Her answer was so nonchalant, as if it were a trivial matter.

The hand gripping her shoulder tightened suddenly, and Zhao Yang's throat became even drier, making it extremely difficult to even swallow.