A mild scent of traditional Chinese medicine filled Nan Yingxuan's infirmary.
Clad in his white coat, he stood in front of a cabinet and looked at a variety of medicine in it.
Soft footsteps approached from behind. Without having to turn around, Nan Yingxuan said, "You're here?"
"Mm."
He Niancheng replied plainly with a calm expression.
"Did you hear about the other camp? That lass who you had your eyes on is not a simple girl. She's actually a genius at sharpshooting!"
Nan Yingxuan smiled as he turned around to look at He Niancheng.
If it was in the past, He Niancheng would have sensed the trap in those words.
But now, as if it was perfectly natural for him, He Niancheng simply tilted his chin up as he replied. "If she was that simple, I wouldn't have trusted her."
He actually didn't deny the words that claimed that he had his eyes on her.
Nan Yingxuan was getting more and more amused.
