The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Xia Jinyuan, who had his back to her, really didn't notice her predicament, and was thinking about which Tibetan outfit to wear first, and which one to wear next.

The little Tibetan girl is holding the "Le Gui" that Tibetans usually wear, which is also commonly known as work clothes.

"Little Fox, I'm stumped by the clothes of my Tibetan compatriots. I've put on a white short shirt. The left lapel is big and the right lapel is small...Come on, can you help me see if it's like this?" Xia Jinyuan turned around Turning around, he tugged at his white short shirt, "I can't imagine how much time Tibetan compatriots spend on getting dressed every day. You have to give me advice, otherwise, I can't guarantee how long I will wear in the tent."

Just now, he took a snow bath on the side of the river for fear of chaos, and now he is changing clothes in the tent by himself and hasn't gone out yet. Next, what will come to mind.

When Ye Jian heard this, she had to open her eyes with her eyes closed... When the "scenery" in front of her came into view, Ye Jian's heart thumped. Even if she had calmed down, she still shook her head. I rolled my eyes.

Xia Jinyuan, who was wearing a waist-length short shirt inlaid with white cocoon silk and brocade, was several times sexier than before.

The wide placket is opened, revealing the beautifully textured chest muscles, and the white is transparent, hazyly outlining the strong narrow waist... When he breathes, his chest cavity rises and falls slightly, accompanied by a sexy abdomen. Muscles also rise and fall.

Every movement and stillness, every still and every movement, Ye Jian felt that the frequency of her breathing was rising and falling with his abdominal muscles.

"You put Chuba on, just this round-neck and wide-sleeved gown made of cotton and wool." Ye Jian gently raised her finger and pointed, her long and clean arms were shining in the sunlight that penetrated into the tent, It has a fine velvet light, like a layer of smooth pearl color.

Xia Jinyuan's eyes lightly slid over her bare arms, secretly: it was indeed a normal choice to block her tightly last night.

I was too prescient, the little girl's skin... under the ultraviolet rays of the plateau, it was as tender as an egg that had been peeled off its shell, so tender and tender it was really beautiful.

Withdrawing his gaze, he began to wear it under her guidance.

"Then tie that seven-colored big flower belt, yes, that's it, around Chuba's waist..."

Xia Jinyuan picked up a red, green, blue, purple, and seven-color long woolen belt, and said with a smile, "This is beautiful. I used to think that I would bring one of these back after I went down the mountain."

"Artwork, hurry up!" Ye Jian didn't have the time to chat with him, and urged: "Chuba is tied around the waist, the sleeves are crossed around the front abdomen and tied behind the waist, and the edge of the long-distance running part is at the knees ..."

Inside the tent, Ye Jian was showing Xia Jinyuan how to put on the Tibetan clothes, teaching which one to wear first and which one to wear next from the inside to the outside. .

Outside, Han Zheng, who had already been dressed, gritted his teeth and waited for King Q, who couldn't even wear clothes, to come out.

"I don't believe it, he doesn't even know how to wear clothes!" J5 said with a smile, but no matter how you look at the smile, it looks gloomy, "All four of us are dressed well, and he alone needs a student." Advice! Do not lose face!"

The four of them came to bid farewell to Xia Jinyuan. The affairs in the village had been dealt with, and the murdered herdsman had now been taken to a restricted area where only Tibetans could enter for sky burial.

And they will immediately set off and rush back to the military depot, and at the same time, report the information they have one by one.