C1115 The Lady Marshal's Counterattack 16

He refused, but couldn't say it out loud.

Ji Yuntine pursed his lips, resigned himself to her fate and put his arm under her neck.

The corner of Yue Xi's mouth curled up in satisfaction as she closed her eyes and took another nap.

The soldier that came in was standing not far away, silently making gestures with his mouth. Marshal? Wait a moment. I have to go..