Chapter 1251

A big palm stretched out and landed firmly on her shoulder, like a kilogram stone, so that she couldn't move any more.

Xiaobai was almost out of breath. "Young Marshal, this... It's getting late. Why don't you go back and have a rest early?"

It's so oppressive.

The Young Marshal must be angry tonight. It's not enough. She's coming again.

He's not sleepy, but she's sleepy.

I've been busy with high-intensity work all day. After taking a bath, I relax. Now it's time to doze off

"Sleep?" There was a light in the Young Marshal's eyes. Unexpectedly, Xiaobai took the initiative, "well, it's getting late. It's really time to go to bed."

Is the Young Marshal leaving?

Then she can sleep. Great!

The little white chicken pecked rice and nodded, "uh huh, yes, it's time to go to bed!"

The Young Marshal's hand fell on her shoulder and came to her chin. His fingers gently hooked her chin and gently stroked it for a few times, "that's good."

Xiaobai: "

Why is there an illusion that the young marshal is tricking the children?

Release Xiaobai, the Young Marshal's eyes fell on the bed, strode over, lay heavily on it, put his arms behind his head, and sighed comfortably.

Xiaobai turned around and petrified completely.

Funny looking at Xiaobai's frightened appearance, the Young Marshal patted the position around him, "what are you doing? Come and sleep."

Shaking his head like a rattle, Xiaobai twisted his fingers, "Young Marshal, men and women don't give and receive. We can't sleep in the same bed."

This is wrong, well, wrong!

"Yun Xiaobai!" A low roar.

Xiaobai conditioned reflex, "to!"

"Want military training again?" The Young Marshal made a vicious threat.

Xiaobai thought of the picture of being carried into the special training in the army by him. Until now, she still wants to cry. Can a woman stand it?

Young Marshal is training her as a male soldier, okay!

"No!" No, no more!

In this life, even college military training is not so terrible. She doesn't dare to let the Young Marshal train again!

"Then come."

As soon as the commander's momentum came out, Xiaobai immediately counseled.

Slowly, he moved the snail's steps and attacked the bedside bit by bit.

The Young Marshal looked at her dying sample and pulled up the corners of her lips, "are you a tortoise? I'll give you five seconds..."

Then Xiao Bai whizzed and stood at attention by the bed.

"Young Marshal..." Xiaobai cried.

The Young Marshal raised his chin and motioned her to look down. Xiaobai obediently looked down, down... Pause!

His eyes stopped on his right leg, and the scar on the needle was still very new, like a recent injury.

Xiaobai panicked at once. He leaned down and touched it with his hands, frowning tightly, "Young Marshal, what's the matter with your leg? When did you get hurt?"

The Young Marshal picked his eyebrows. Does it hurt?

Good performance, worth encouraging.

"When earthquake relief."

"What?!" Xiaobai stared at him, raised his head and stared at him, "during the earthquake relief? Didn't you call back and say it's okay?"

With that, Xiaobai suddenly understood, and painfully sipped his lips, "I see. You don't want grandma and uncle Rong Anning to worry about them."

Of course, I don't want you to worry.

The Young Marshal silently added.

"Ice and snow are smart." The Young Marshal raised his lips, and a warm light appeared in his eyes, which fell on her distressed face.

Xiaobai lowered his eyes and touched the ferocious scar. "Now, does it still hurt?"

The Young Marshal said shamelessly, "it hurts."

Xiaobai is more distressed. How painful it should be to sew so many stitches!