章節 1817: Impure Mind

If she didn't know, she would have nothing to fear, unlike Wei Jiayue, who was afraid because she knew.

Ye Jian knew that her emotions were fluctuating just now. There was even a hint of killing intent in her eyes. She had regained her emotions. Although the wind-proof mask covered her smile, her bright eyes could still be seen. "Thank you for your concern. I just happened to think of something. It's not because of Du Jiayi."

"Oh… Oh, that's good, that's good." For some reason, Liu Yuan suddenly felt a little afraid of this female soldier in front of her. For some reason, she felt scared, and she said uneasily, "Then… Then I'm relieved. Go do your work, I… I'll go back to the tent to rest."

Without waiting for Ye Jian to speak, she turned around and returned to the tent anxiously.

Her heart was beating fast, and she could not continue talking to Ye Jian. She had a feeling that she would shoot daggers at her at any moment. It was better… to leave quickly.