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"Maybe he injured his tendon." Tang Li replied.
There seemed to be a sigh in my ears.
Tang Li was about to tell the difference when her feet left the ground. It was not a princess hug, but a posture similar to a koala hug. The sudden suspension made her subconsciously want to grab something, but instead she climbed onto Song Baiyan's broad shoulders. Her gaze, Completely occupied by the camouflage training uniform on the man.
The man's right hand was placed across her back, and his other arm was wrapped around her legs, just like that, lifting her up.
It was not the first time that he was so close, but it still made her at a loss.
Tang Li¡¯s fingers grasped the camouflage uniform on Song Boyan¡¯s shoulders, and his breath was filled with the increasingly familiar smell of him.
The sun shone on each other, and she noticed the overlapping black shadows on the ground. Suddenly she didn't know what to think. Her hands tentatively stretched back and held Song Boyan's neck.
Even though she didn¡¯t lock him tightly, her heart felt extremely at ease.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable being so close?"
Hearing Song Boyan¡¯s question, Tang Li hummed: ¡°This way you won¡¯t fall.¡±
This way you won¡¯t fall down
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To confirm what she was saying, she tightened her arms around his neck slightly.
Song Boyan secretly laughed in his heart, but seemed helpless with her. He carried Tang Li to the military jeep and put her directly on the front of the car.
Tang Li relaxed his hand consciously.
Song Boyan squatted down on one knee, supported her right calf with one hand, and held the heel of her sneakers with his right hand. He skillfully turned her ankle: "Is this here?"
"No." Tang Li said truthfully.
Sitting on the front of the car, her fingers lightly held the edge of the hood.
As far as the eye can see¡ª¡ª
It¡¯s Song Boyan¡¯s squatting silhouette.
The man¡¯s strong arms and healthy wheat complexion, compared with her delicate white ankles, also vividly reflect the disparity in strength between men and women.
Song Boyan, who had put on camouflage training uniform, seemed to be more approachable than wearing a suit, and he looked no longer rigid. However, when he really stood in front of him like this, Tang Li still felt invisible pressure, just like the recruit said, angry. Things like presence and style are the best proof of a person's identity.
Her right heel, which was sore, was pinched with gentle and moderate force.
Song Boyan¡¯s calloused palms covered her delicate skin. In addition to the warmth, the soreness eased.
Tang Li said: "it doesn't seem to hurt anymore."
After finishing speaking, Song Boyan let go of her sprained right foot: "Come down and take a look."
After her feet landed on the ground and she walked a few steps, she looked back at Song Boyan and smiled lightly: "It's really okay."
Thinking of something, Tang Li asked: "Do you know massage?"
"Those who have been special forces are more or less good at this." Song Boyan said, turning the topic to her fall: "I usually look at my feet when I walk. It's not that I have grown up. Really, how can you be an adult?" Are you so reckless?"
Tang Li¡¯s cheeks were slightly warm: ¡°It was an accident just now.¡±
¡I will only act like this in front of you, making stupid mistakes again and again.
She added silently in her heart.
She looked up again and found that Song Boyan was looking at her. He pursed his lips and smiled, his Adam's apple protruding. Such deep eyes made her face get hotter and hotter.
??Suddenly I want to find a place to get in.
Tang Li felt embarrassed: "I'll just come out and get some air." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com