Zhao Yang, his hands coated in flour, looked up to see Sutan’s pink earlobes and beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.
She looked like she was suffering from the heat.
Zhao Yang finished pleating a bun and placed it into the bamboo steamer. "Hechengming and I were comrades-in-arms. He is a pilot the country invested vast human and material resources to train. No one wants him to recover more than I do!"
Chapter 111