When Chen Shouyi turned his head to look, the shadow had already vanished without a trace.
"Can't hold back anymore?"
He wanted to chase after it.
But Song Yingjie was still tucked under his arm, and they were only a hundred meters or so from leaving the dense fog. After hesitating for a moment, he could only suppress the impulse in his heart for now.
Everything could wait until he had escorted Song Jieying out.
Chen Shouyi quickened his pace. Before long, the group charged out of the dense fog one after another.
Qian Wei and Zhao Jiankai were drenched in sweat, their chests heaving violently. They felt as though they had survived a catastrophe, and even the moonlight that night seemed brighter.
Song Yingjie, who had been struggling all this time, suddenly quieted down. Her eyes cleared. "I... what happened to me just now?"
"You were controlled." Chen Shouyi stopped. Seeing that she had returned to normal, he sighed in relief and said:
"Your willpower seems a little weak!"
Song Yingjie flushed faintly.
Only then did she feel her chest pressed tightly against the other man's waist, squeezed until it burned with pain. A blush crept across her face. "C-Chief Chen, you can put me down now."
Chen Shouyi finally realized that he had been holding her by the waist the entire time.
It was only because she was so light. Weighing barely a hundred or so pounds, she felt like nothing in his hands.
He immediately set her down.
Song Jieying felt her heated face and looked away, nervously tucking back her ear-length hair. "Thank you for this."
"It was nothing. I was just passing by." Chen Shouyi said.
Fortunately, the battalion commander and political instructor soon hurried over, rescuing them from their awkward conversation. "Chief Advisor, how