"A Soldier Doesn’t Bloom… Says Who?

Lan Qisheng stopped breathing. Earlier, when he felt the touch of slender fingers, he had nearly lost his mind—so what could one expect now that the person had wrapped their entire body around him?

Legs coiled around his waist, arms locked around his neck… Sian's scent was intoxicating to the point that Lan Qisheng momentarily wondered if he was drunk.

Sian shifted slightly, pulling his upper body away just enough to look at the man with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh? Colonel Lan, control yourself a little," he teased, lips curling into a smirk. "Otherwise, people might start doubting the seriousness of your military training."