61. Communication

At around midnight, the 398 Assault Squadron began pitching tents in a concealed spot in the barren mountains and settling down to rest.

Yimo and Qin Muse were assigned a tiny tent, just barely big enough for two people to lie down in.

Fang Ziyu had even helped set it up. He gave Yimo a knowing look and patted him on the shoulder. "Make sure you comfort your girlfriend tonight."

"The more it matters, the more you need to show some manly courage."

"Be magnanimous. Don't worry about whether you're right or wrong-just apologize first."

Yimo nodded at that and didn't explain further.

Inside the tent, Qin Muse sat curled up in a corner with her knees drawn to her chest. When Yimo crawled in, she looked at him with unmistakable wariness.

The space was cramped. In the yellow lamplight, Qin Muse's face was smudged with dirt, and her jacket looked a little tattered from the earlier explosion and fighting. Her black stockings had several holes in them, with pale pink strands of hair draped over them. The sight was undeniably alluring.

Yimo was a normal man, too. It would have been a lie to say he felt nothing when he saw Qin Muse like this.

But Yimo had no intention of taking things any further with Qin Muse, so he turned his head slightly to the side.

He had kept saying that he and Qin Muse were boyfriend and girlfriend only to create a chance for them to be alone together, so they'd have time to discuss how to deal with Suger and analyze the game.

He handed Qin Muse the bulletproof vest and helmet in his hands. "I managed to get two sets of body armor and helmets, but I couldn't get any guns."

"You know what our