"So you're giving this hand back to me?" Jiang Man got straight to the point.
Lu Xingzhou immediately understood what she meant and smiled, "It's just a minor injury, nothing to fret about. Let's go back."
Although he came for Jiang Man, he couldn't treat his task as an instructor as child's play.
"Alright, then let's head back."
About fifteen minutes later, the two returned to the training camp.
Seeing Lu Xingzhou's right hand wrapped in gauze, the students looked at one another, puzzled.
Teammates suggested he rest, but he said with a smile that it wasn't necessary.
Shooting training soon continued. Jiang Man stood at attention, then at ease, leisurely watching Lu Xingzhou teach the students.
She quirked an eyebrow as if she'd noticed something.
When Lu Xingzhou had been teaching her earlier, hadn't they been quite close?
Close enough that she could see his distinct eyelashes and feel the warmth of his body.