Gong Juechen continued, "Tomorrow I'll see if anyone else is leaving the military camp. If there is, I'll have someone bring me more food. The food here is too low in oil, and you're working so hard. If you don't eat something nutritious to replenish your energy, you'll definitely lose weight."
Feeling her mind become more troubled, Ye Zhi said, "Shut up, don't talk."
"Why..." Gong Juechen looked aggrieved, but his hands didn't stop moving. He continued to insert the needles into Ye Zhi's back with gentle care.
"I'm very tired and want to sleep, and you—you're too noisy. Is that reason enough?"
"Enough, enough, enough. Go to sleep quickly."
Ye Zhi didn't care whether Gong Juechen was still giving her acupuncture; she really closed her eyes, and soon, she fell back into a dream and slept.
Seeing Ye Zhi fall asleep so quickly, Gong Juechen felt a pang of heartache. He sighed softly to himself. To be honest, he really didn't want her to be a soldier.
