Of course, it was only a passing thought, and Xu De did not take it to heart.
After all, he had already made every preparation he could.
Since that was the case, then even if he died, it would only mean his skills were inferior, not because of some empty, intangible FLAG.
"I'll come back alive."
As he thought that, Xu De mercilessly set another FLAG for himself.
"Mm...!"
Faced with Xu De's earnest words, Maliu hugged him straight on.
The faint scent of machine oil and metal mingled with her natural fragrance was not unpleasant. Instead, mixed into a woman's subtle perfume, it carried a charm of its own.
"Wait for you to come back..."
"...Huh?"
Was Maliu's attitude toward him a little different?
It was not that Xu De was dense. After all, he was clear about Bella's feelings and also knew how he felt about Bella; he simply tended to look at emotions rather calmly.
But the main problem was that, subconsciously, he had assumed Maliu liked blond men with wavy hair. On top of that, every time he saw Maliu, it was basically near a machine, and always right before a sortie.
There was no way his mind would be on romance.
On the battlefield, a place where one careless mistake could kill him, he was not about to act like some love-struck fool, dithering around and rushing off to die.
Even last time in Maliu's room, all his thoughts had been on Le Creuset.
That was why Xu De had not noticed any clues at all before this.
But before Xu De could say anything...
Maliu quickly let go of the boy.
"Do your best!"
"Okay."
Xu De answered.
After that brief surprise, he quickly regained his usual calm.
He was about to sortie now.