Gu Xiaoxi's mouth twitched fiercely, that bastard was doing it on purpose just to irritate her!
He had mysophobia, and he had carried her a long way before.
The next moment, as if understanding Gu Xiaoxi's expression, Zhao Zilong said nonchalantly, "Before, I didn't treat you as a woman."
"Pfft!"
Gu Xiaoxi practically spat blood thrice.
Zhao Zilong's venomous tongue was simply peerless.
"With an attitude like that, you'll never find a wife in this lifetime. Especially in the army where men far outnumber women," Gu Xiaoxi watched as Zhao Zilong unpacked the sleeping bag from her backpack.
Her eyes widened in alarm, glaring fiercely at Zhao Zilong, stuttering in fright, "You... you're not serious, right? It's so hot. If you wrap me in this, I'll break out in heat rash."
"You are a captive, talk too much, and that mouth gets stuffed," Zhao Zilong said emotionlessly.
Gu Xiaoxi's face turned darker than the night itself, was this guy not just covertly torturing a prisoner?