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When Ain saw Mawson, he had never felt that the officer's face was so desperate and hopeless.

She was a little confused.

I just went to the Warring States Marshal's office once, could something else have happened?

"Ain, your commander is in urgent need of a warm embrace to comfort me, otherwise I'm afraid I will die suddenly on the spot."

Mawson's state is a bit sad, to be precise, very sad.

"Ah?" Ain's face turned a little red, but she still bravely stepped forward and hugged Mo Sen gently, "Sir, is there anything bad?"

Ahem...Mosen didn't expect that his joke would actually make Ain give him a hug.

Ain was only 1.7 meters tall, and when he hugged Mawson's head, he could just touch his chest.

Mo Sen was at a loss for a while and didn't know where to put his hands.

However, his expression became warmer, and his little adjutant was really considerate and gentle. In this case, all the transvestites should be killed.

Mo Sen gently patted Ain's soft blue hair and distanced himself from her.

He smiled and said: "As expected, my adjutant is the caring little cotton-padded jacket. Thank you Ain, I'm already on fire."

There was still some blush on Ain's face, but her eyes were already full of gentle smiles: "Yeah, sir, sir is the best. No matter what happens, sir will solve it."

"Haha, of course, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved."

Mo Sen smiled and rubbed Ain's head. He couldn't help but make this position so convenient. The height difference was just right, and he could touch it by raising his hand. For a moment, he couldn't help it.

"Oh, sir, you've messed up my hair!"

"Ah? I'm so sorry. I did it on purpose."
Chapter completed!