1867: Too Much Trouble

Too Much Trouble

Ye Jian really couldn't move. The moment she moved, the foldable bed that she was lying on would start to make sounds. She was not only afraid of waking Uncle Chen up but also disturbing the two guards standing outside.0

As soon as she took off her jacket, Ye Jian hurriedly used her hands to protect her belt. "I won't take off my pants. That way, I can quickly get up in the morning."

She was behaving a little unnaturally. She was afraid that he would really take off her pants for her.

"No, no. I didn't want to take them off either." Xia Jinyuan saw her unnatural expression and lowered his head to hold back his laughter. Then, he tucked her in on the foldable bed. "Sleep well. We can still sleep for three hours if we change shifts at 7 am. We need to rest well during this period of time. It's not too late to think about things when we wake up."

Encountering such a determined major, Ye Jian lay under the blanket. However, she got up again. Still worried, she asked, "How are you going to sleep? Ask the guards to bring another blanket and put it on the floor so you can sleep."

Xia Jinyuan hugged the blanket and placed his feet on the long table. He leaned against the corner of the wall that was warmed by the heater. He raised his eyebrows and said, "This is good enough. The heater is facing the wall, so I won't catch a cold."

It was still winter in the capital city, but the hospital was warm.

Ye Jian watched as he closed his eyes, seemingly too tired to say anything more. Then, she gently lay back on the bed. She was a person who could calm down quickly. She was no longer as angry as before.

She was nestled deep under the covers, only revealing her short black hair. It was impossible to tell if she had closed her eyes to sleep.

Xia Jinyuan opened his eyes and saw that she was lying motionless under the blanket. He closed his eyes in relief. There was a faint smile on his handsome face. After a while, he fell asleep.

They changed shifts at 7 am. Xia Jinyuan only slept for two hours before opening his eyes. This sleeping position was not comfortable at all. Two hours was his limit.

His legs were long and slender to begin with. When he placed them on top of the table, they were suspended like a bridge. When he put them down, his legs were numb and did not feel like his own legs. He didn't put on his military boots until the blood flow in his legs was as normal again.

Two hours of deep sleep had swept away most of the fatigue in his body. He stood up and looked into the ward. He met Principal Chen's eyes.

"You two are too good at making trouble. Why didn't you go to the hotel next door to rest? How could you have slept well here?" Principal Chen lectured unhappily. "You've been training for more than 40 days. You should rest well when you're back! How could you mess around?!"

The military headquarters had told him that Ye Jian was training with Xia Jinyuan. They asked him to hold on and wait for Ye Jian to come back.

Although he didn't know where she was training, Ye Jian didn't even have time to study. Hence, it must be an important and difficult special training.

He didn't feel sorry for Ye Jian for having to undergo training. A soldier didn't have the right to think that training was a tiring thing. He would only feel sad for her after the training. Why didn't she rest properly?

"How can she be assured if she's not around you? Come on, don't you know Ye Jian? Even if I had kidnapped her to the hotel, she'd have a way to escape to come here and see you." Xia Jinyuan poured a cup of warm water and handed it over. "Have a drink first."

The guard said that Uncle Chen disliked being served by others. It was because he felt as though he was a good-for-nothing who could only be taken care of.

Xia Jinyuan didn't dare to feed him water.

"Uncle Chen, she hasn't woken up yet. I want to ask you a few questions. I need you to answer them for me." Since official matters were more important, Xia Jinyuan asked directly, "I want to know if you have doubts about Ye Zhifan."

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