After Lin Mao finished speaking, he seemed to realize something, rubbed his nose, and then raised a hand to pat Mo Shangjun on the shoulder, "By the way, next time we have a meeting, can we use a different tactic?"
"This tactic hasn't been beaten yet, why change it?" Mo Shangjun said with a smile, but at the same time, she glanced at his hand.
It's a habitual action, impossible to change.
Lin Mao swiftly withdrew his hand, somewhat embarrassed, "Come to my house for dinner some other day, let my wife cook something nice for you."
"Will there be time?" Mo Shangjun asked with a smile.
"Of course!"
Lin Mao replied decisively.
After enduring this six-month period... well, then there will be.
However, today was just the first day of real training.
Just thinking about it gave Lin Mao a headache.
Mo Shangjun smiled and quickened her pace.
Lights out is soon, better hurry back.
*
In the deep of the night, all was silent.
Liang Zhiqiong awoke suddenly from a nightmare.
