Hearing the familiar voice, An Rushuang felt that the coldness was spread across her whole body, giving her gooseb.u.mps. Even if she was wrapped in the heavy blanket, she still couldn't help s.h.i.+vering.

It was already midnight. Why was he still up?

Was he waiting for her?

The thought only occurred to her for a second before she said to herself, "No way!"

Looking at the black figure in the large tent, An Rushuang couldn't help but swallowing. She plucked up courage, took a deep breath, and gave him an elegant smile with her messy hair.

"General, why bother making fun of me?"

The black figure stood up, overlooking her. With his move, the sound of his ring on the armor was heard.

With the moonlight outside, An Rushuang could finally saw him clearly. Although it was already midnight, he was still in his black armor, which made him perfectly integrate into the dark night.

The moonlight softly shed on his cheeks. His right face was like a fairy while his left face was like a scary ghost, with a pair of dark eyes deeply embedded in it.

He gave a slight smile. The scar on his face was slightly pulled, which made him horrible and aggressive.

"Who are you? Why are you coming to my camp?" He coldly glared at the little girl in front of him.

"Tell me the truth, or you're going to serve tea for Yama!"

Maybe it was because he had been in the camp for such a long time that even without weapons in hand, he could still made others feel imposed. Even those in the army would feel intimidated in the face of him, let alone a little girl.

However, the girl in front of him remained smiling and no trace of horror could be seen on her little face.

Although he behaved like this, after all he was a soft-hearted person. He would not take her life as he threatened.

Thinking so, An Rushuang rolled her eyes and said smilingly, “General, calm down. I just learnt some little tricks and went to the wrong way. I guess I won't come here tomorrow.”

Once she returned, she would immediately destroy the Bodhi bead. She could not let this happen again! What if the horse was fighting on the battlefield, was she gonna be naked again?

Hearing her words, Meng Li frowned and scoffed, "Do you think I am a seven-year old child? You got tricks? What trick coud let a person disappear out of nowhere? Well, if what you said is true, then disappear again!"

He had been standing in the wind for a day. How could he let this little woman escape so easily?

How could An Rushuang disappear right away? Even if she wanted to wake up, she couldn't do anything.

And plus, she had 'eight-treasure' pigeon soup that Hong Yu gave her. She must be sleeping like a log.

So she kept saying "General, that's impossible for me. I am just studying and most of my tricks are not accurate, or I won't be here."

Saying so, she sighed and pretended to be sad, "Now I don't even know how to go back..."

She should have squeezed two drops of tears, but she really couldn't. So she lowered her head and pretended to be upset.

Meng Li was still frowning at the woman in front of him. Not to mention in this life, even in his previous life, he had never been with a woman in this way. His eldest brother was physically unhealthy and his second brother was specialized in arts, so from the day he could remember, he was immersed in various military books. When he was old enough, he began to exercise muscles and bones.

His father often told him that men should fight at the battlefield and women were the grave of heros.

Therefore, he joined the army at the age of fourteen. Up to now, he had been fighting in the battlefield for years and became a tough general.

Killing enemies on the battlefield was just as easy as cutting vegetables for him, but facing this little woman, he suddenly felt a sense of helplessness. After a long while, he raised his hand and rigidly patted on her shoulder.

"If what you said is true, I will ask someone to send you back."

So, this pat was a comfort?

An Rushuang couldn't help but laugh in her heart. Her eyes were lightened. She paid respect to him and smiled, "Thank you, general." Then she asked, "General, I don't know your name. I will return your favor in the future."

"No need to repay me." Meng Li looked at her, and he said, "Yun Ran."

After saying that, he went to the tent before he heard the girl asking, "General, Yun is your surname and Ran your first name?"

Meng Li turned around and looked at her with his deep dark eyes.

"Remember not to say much in the camp. You can sleep outside my tent tonight and I'll let someone send you away tomorrow."

An Rushuang couldn't help making a face behind him, thinking I would not bother you to send me tomorrow.

Yun Ran went straight into the inner tent before he threw out a blanket and his large soft clothes.

An Rushuang grabbed the black-green clothes. Somehow, she felt a sense of warmth in heart, which seemed extremely valuable in the freezing desert.

She stayed outside for a long time, holding her breath to listen to the sound inside. Until she heard there was snoring, she finally calmed down.

Actually, An Rushuang used to suffer a lot. In her previous life, when she lived in Jiaofang Pavilion, the empress's house, she did almost everything for herself. Her life at that time was even worse than that of a servant. She could still remember she got frostbite all over her little hand in winter...

Here was much better than the cold Jiaofang Pavilion.

Thinking so, she chuckled and put the clothes on, and then laid one piece of the blanket on the ground and another wrapped around her body, lying beside the charcoal pot, and fell asleep.

After a long while, hearing the breath in sleep outside, the man walked out from the inner tent, standing behind and staring at the woman in a sound sleep, and found himself out of drowsiness.