"You're officially mine now."
Ya Tianxing leaned close to her ear as he spoke, his voice low and tantalizing, his breath carrying a hint of intimacy.
"Oh."
Completely focused on analyzing the data, Mo Shangjun absentmindedly nodded in response.
She adjusted two parameters.
"Your soldiers aren't suited for such high-intensity training." Glancing at her engrossed screen, Ya Tianxing casually remarked by her ear.
"Then I'll tweak it..." Mo Shangjun planned to take the advice of her senior, but before she could finish the word "tweak," her thoughts suddenly veered away from her training plans. Her dark, luminous eyes blinked, and she turned to stare at Ya Tianxing on her side. "Did you just say I'm officially yours now?"
"Mm."
Sitting upright, Ya Tianxing stared at the TV playing commercials, responding with a slightly disgruntled tone.
His acknowledgment, apparently, wasn't as captivating as her data.
But instead of comfort, what awaited him was Mo Shangjun's hand.
