For the whole day, Qi Mojing trained the new soldiers, and Yan Yong sweated beside him; Qi Mojing ate, and Yan Yong ate with him; Qi Mojing took the new soldiers on horseback, and Yan Yong followed eagerly; Qi Mojing took a bath by the river, and Yan Yong...
Ahem, if Yan Yong was a girl, her persistence in pestering the handsome man Qi Bazong would be a good story. But he was big and strong, a real man, so it was hard to describe his pestering.
Qi Mojing was so helpless that he stopped and asked, "How long are you going to follow me?"
"If you don't teach me, I won't leave." Yan Yong has always been thick-skinned. He smiled and followed Qi Mojing into the barracks.
Qi Mojing had no choice but to stretch out his hand and said, "Give it to me."
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