He rolled out of bed, wearing only a pair of long pants, without even a shirt on as he went to open the door.
The person standing at the door was none other than Yan Huan.
"Commander Qin, it's rare to see you having a day off," Yan Huan said, her gaze falling on Qin Jian's upper body, looking at his robust muscles and honey-colored skin, feeling her cheeks grow somewhat warm.
In the army, she had seen plenty of male soldiers' muscles.
Especially during the dog days of summer, those male soldiers would take off their tops to practice combat grappling under the scorching sun, sweat running down the lines of their muscles, their skin tanned and glistening.
In her eyes, those male soldiers were like impenetrable walls, which she never liked.
But upon seeing Qin Jian, she inexplicably felt her face flush and her heart race.
It wasn't for any other reason than because he was Qin Jian.