A Professional Soldier Is Indeed Different

A professional soldier was indeed different. If the leaders wanted to see him, he would definitely be in military attire even if he had already taken off his training clothes.

Ye Jian narrowed her eyes as she looked at Xia Jinyuan. His expression was serious and cold. His gaze was mature and his aura was enchanting. His towering figure gave off a domineering force of presence.

His badges and epaulet were gold and shining. They looked like gold swords.

He just came back from the battlefield for when he looked down, his eyes were still cold and there was a tinge of killing intent in them.

Ye Jian looked up. She had undergone life-or-death situations so she wasn't affected by his aura. "I'm sorry, it's too disrespectful of me to appear like this. I'll change my attire."

Wearing her school uniform was better than wearing short sleeves.