Luo Xueyao could not help but extend a slender, fair finger and tap Pei Xiao on the forehead. "My young general, please use your head! Distributing grain is such a perfect opportunity to win hearts and minds. You should naturally handle this yourself to build a reputation for the insurgent army. How could you possibly give away such a great advantage to others?"
Pei Xiao was entirely consumed by the warmth of Luo Xueyao's finger against his forehead and the phrase "my young general." He could only stand there grinning like a fool, missing everything else she said afterward.
When they returned to the small courtyard, they heard arguing before they had even stepped through the door.
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