Gu Jiao was too tired. Thinking and thinking, her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell asleep on the little desk in front of her.
For ventilation, her tent flap was open, and there were two cavalry guards at the entrance.
A vanguard camp cavalryman passed by, unintentionally glanced inside, and then stopped in his tracks.
Soon after, two, three, four...
Without Gu Jiao knowing, a bunch of curious heads crowded at the doorway.
"The little commander is drooling..."
"The little commander's frowning..."
"He's even scrunching his nose..."
"Keep your voice down..."
Gu Jiao lay across the table, her tender little cheeks pressed into plumpness, her small mouth slightly open, drooling crystal clear saliva all over the table.
Having studied Wang Man for so many days, Gu Jiao had just managed to pick up the essence, totally unaware that her official image had fallen apart in a single day.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't push me, I can't see..." a cavalryman grumbled, almost being squeezed out.
