Capítulo 117: Fiction or non-fiction

"Hey, Major." 

Song Zhilan stared at the grey-eyed woman sitting on the stool near his bed. He had been resting for three days and it wouldn't be an understatement that he was irked by the smell of disinfectant and the white and blue walls of the hospital room. 

Today, she came with a book. He wondered what she was up to today. For the last three days, she was the only person he was willing to see. She had been coming to entertain him in different ways. 

"Today, I will read you a book, " Zoe announced. 

"Why?" Song Zhilan questioned. "Don't you have something else to do?"

"Like hanging out with Yan?" Zoe laughed. 

"Yes, " Song Zhilan grunted. 

"Nah, today I will read you a book, " Zoe said. "Major, you must be a non-fiction type of guy?"

"What makes you think that?" Song Zhillan questioned her. He wanted to see what she thought of him. Did she think he was a boring military man?