"If the General doesn't like tea, I'll make you a cup of coffee."
Margaret's smile gently spread from the corner of her mouth, like the twilight being dispelled by the sunlight emerging on the horizon. Her morning-fresh, pure smile carried a hint of shyness.
She spoke softly, as if a gentle wife speaking to her husband.
Fatty's face twitched: "Colonel Margaret's tea is quite good."
Seeing the shy expression on Margaret's face... Fatty understood that he had encountered an absolutely difficult little demon!
It's just uncertain why this little demon is so interested in him.
A few officers walked through the passage beside the training ground.
Looking up, the dream goddess of the Feiyang soldiers was chatting and laughing with that Leray fatty.
"General Tian, what game are you playing?" Margaret looked at the officers passing by downstairs, changing the topic casually without leaving a trace: "I saw you brought back a game pod."
