In the early morning of the next day, someone spread word outside the account that the general would be invited. The big man woke me up, I closed my eyes, and habitually stretched out his hands. He helplessly helped me to wear armor while nagging: "it's really a lazy goose, even clothes need to be worn for you."

I smiled, "I didn't ask others to help me wear it. You're not someone else. If you wear it, I will wear it.

the big man's hand hit my chest unintentionally, his eyes widened in vain.

my heart sank, what should I do? I told him the truth, I'm afraid it would...