Just as Qiao Ran gathered all her strength to stand up, she felt a warm sensation at her waist, and then her body was spun around in the air before crashing into a firm embrace.
Indeed, Qiao Ran's nose had slammed into an embrace as hard as iron.
Before she could regain her balance, she was pushed back two steps by someone.
Clutching her sore and painful nose, through her tear-blurred eyes, Qiao Ran saw rows of dazzling medals up ahead.
Without even looking up, she knew it was that First-Rank General who caused all the women to scream as soon as he arrived, so young and promising.
Qiao Ran couldn't help but grumble inwardly with distress.
Why the hell are you fussing over things that don't concern you?
As a Great General, don't you know that when you save someone like that, due to inertia, they will end up crashing into your chest full of medals?
She wasn't in any danger to begin with; being "saved" by him was the greatest danger.