Ji Qingwu's delicate brows were knitted in a frown. The war manual was filled with terms she didn't understand.
It wasn't until her lips accidentally brushed against the cartilage of his ear that Ji Qingwu realized just how close they were.
She had deliberately gotten close to him, but this touch had not been part of her plan.
Ji Qingwu was about to straighten up, but his gaze captivated her as he turned his head. The candlelight reflected in his deep eyes, which looked like scorching magma churning beneath a sheet of ice.
"Understood? Time to turn the page?" Zhao Mingyan asked.
Ji Qingwu resisted the urge to back away. Tucking a half-dry strand of hair behind her ear, she shook her head honestly.
"I don't understand. Will you teach me, General?"
"Not that," Zhao Mingyan said.
Just as Ji Qingwu was about to ask what he *would* teach, his eyes dropped and swept down from her neck. Her whole body tensed instantly, as if his gaze were a physical caress.
