"Alright, let's go! I'm really tired." Qin Jian urged Zhao Dong impatiently.
"Okay then. See you later! Commander, if you ever need someone to take care of the kids again, just let me know! I'll help for free!" After Zhao Dong finished joking, he grabbed Yuan Yunong's wrist and started to walk out.
Qin Jian took a shower and lay back on his bed, unable to sleep for a long time.
His mind kept replaying what Yuan Yunong had said: "Such a strong smell of gunpowder..."
How did she know the smell on him was gunpowder? And she could actually smell it?
Yes, that's right.
He had been to the shooting range, and inside the enclosed shooting space, the smell of gunpowder would linger after bullets were fired, so it was correct that he smelled of gunpowder.
At the time, on the way back, the smell should have dissipated almost completely.
