Chương 1282: Princess Hug

Ajiu froze for a moment when she smelled the faint scent of tobacco from the military uniform. There was also the fresh ink fragrance of orange flowers, which instantly filled her entire nasal cavity.

From her angle, she could only see a pair of pure black straight military boots.

The shoes were shiny and spotless.

It was as if they were as noble and unruly as their owner.

Everyone around Ajiu covered their mouths with their hands and could not help but gasp.

She did not need to raise her head to sense the gazes that were gathered on her side.

What exactly had happened? Who was that had come to her?

Was it the new instructor?

She had already hidden herself so well, yet she was still discovered?

Ajiu was about to stand up to check on the situation, but she discovered that someone had also squatted down like her. That pair of originally straight long legs were half-bent as they propped themselves up on the ground.