Xia Jinyuan always knew that Ye Jian listened to him. She would remember every word he said.
Every time he heard her say that she remembered his words, his heart could not help but soften.
"Good girl, my baby." Xia Jinyuan lowered his head and kissed her forehead with a smile. Suddenly, he bent down and picked her up when Ye Jian wasn't paying attention. He smiled and said, "Don't move. I can't use my strength casually now. If you move, you might slide out of my hands."
Ye Jian didn't dare to move. She was afraid that if she struggled, his wound would open up. She grabbed his clothes tightly and looked at him unhappily. "Even if I don't move, you can't bend down and pick me up. Aren't you afraid that the wound will open up? No wonder the commander said that you're a bastard and sent so many people to guard you!"
