Wuning didn’t quite understand Sanchez’s mindset.
But she understood that doing things that made the “enemy” happy was best avoided.
So she didn’t engage.
Eli stood in the room with his arms crossed, watching the scene unfold, and snorted disdainfully, “Don’t let him enjoy being choked.”
After the fighter jet hovered and landed, its stealth function was deactivated. Garnet stepped down carrying an insulated lunchbox and called Wuning over to eat.
Yes, the reason they had chosen this base was because it was very close to the Polluted’s Paradise.
Although the Polluted had lost their sense of taste and couldn’t appreciate delicious food, they demanded the right to savor it. Additionally, there were occasional bed partners or friends who visited, so the chefs in Paradise were top-tier on the planet.
Last time in the military cafeteria, Bo Yin hadn’t missed the subtle expression on the girl’s face when she took her first bite.
Was it still unpalatable?
It was possible—perhaps the academy cafeteria was just too good.
He had considered kidnapping the chefs from the military academy.
But they were on different planets, and Bo Yin couldn’t just run over and kidnap chefs without filing any reports—at least not yet.
So, in the end, they settled on this place.
Wuning was completely unaware.
She had prepared herself to drink nutrient solution, but after Bo Yin went out for about twenty minutes, he returned with delicious food.
He said he bought it from a restaurant in a nearby city, and the girl believed him.
She had no reason not to.
Eli saw through the situation at a glance, staring at Wuning with an indescribable expression that seemed to say, “Are you all crazy, or am I?”
Entering and leaving Paradise at will was against regulations!
Well, well, this group had been completely captured!
They could even do something this foolish.
Wuning belatedly noticed Eli staring at her. “…Are you hungry?”
“Don’t mind him,” Sanchez lazily leaned over, blocking Eli’s line of sight. “Who knows if his mind has even cleared up yet? Better not let him end up hitting you too.”
Wuning let out an “oh” and reached for the utensils.
But her hands, still trembling from the recoil of the gun, couldn’t quite manage it.
Sanchez chuckled and sat down beside the girl. “Isn’t it my turn to feed you today?”
Wuning still refused, straining to scoop the food from the edge of the plate into her mouth.
Sanchez sighed mournfully. “You let Garnet feed you on the first day.”
“That’s because on the first day, I couldn’t even stand up,” Wuning emphasized again. “I’m much better now.”
Bo Yin had gone to a military meeting and wouldn’t be back today. Wuning messaged him on the communicator, asking if she should provide guidance for Eli.
[If you’re up to it, then please go ahead.] Bo Yin replied.
So that evening, Wuning knocked on Eli’s door.
The door wasn’t locked.
It swung open under the force of Wuning’s push.
Eli seemed to have expected this, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking uncooperative.
Wuning slowly closed the door and locked it.
The door to this room had been reinforced, as had the room itself.
Eli inexplicably felt as if he had been reverse-confined by this seemingly fragile Medic standing before him.
How could that be!
So he continued glaring at the girl.
His posture remained unchanged.
Wuning approached, first carefully examining Eli from head to toe.
“What are you looking at?” Eli asked in a low voice.
Wuning didn’t respond, her Mental Power skillfully spreading out to envelop him.
A flicker of panic crossed Eli’s icy-cold face, and his crimson pupils seemed to darken.
Help, this feels so good.
No, I can’t!
Eli remained motionless, yet beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.
Wuning still didn’t speak. She neither asked how he felt nor mentioned entering Eli’s mental sea.
She simply enveloped Eli’s body with a soothing, gentle, and refreshing Mental Power.
Time passed bit by bit.
Just three minutes.
Eli could no longer hold on, his eyes losing focus and his gaze scattering as he slid from the bed to the floor, his chest heaving violently.
Wuning bent down to look at him, nodding repeatedly.
Hmm, it seems the mental training is quite effective!
Eli slowly regained his senses, grabbing the waistband of Wuning’s training uniform and trembling as he pressed himself against her.
Those sharp and venomous lips became pleading, “Help me.”
That volatile temper, which often lashed out and injured companions, now quieted down, turning into clingy coquetry, “Alright?”