Sylvia's POV:

I was a bit surprised, but before I could react, Layla quickened her pace until she was running right next to me.

"I know you! You're this year's soldier king," she said with a bright smile.

Whoever was given the rank of staff sergeant was also called the "soldier king"-the highest rank among soldiers. After this year's ranking ceremony, everyone discussed it in private.

I smiled stiffly. "I'm sorry I got you in trouble on our first meeting. You don't have to run with us, you know."

Layla chuckled, as if she didn't care so much about it. "It's fine. I was late anyway, so I deserve the punishment."

She was running really close to me. I could even hear her inhale clearly.

What the heck was wrong with me? I didn't know why, but Layla's voice was so pleasant that it made my heart beat faster.

I bit my lower lip, wondering why my heart was out of control.

to steal a glance at Layla's face. She was stunningly beautiful. I was so taken aback that I got distracted from the path

imagining things or was she trying to

both rolled on the ground in a heap until we slammed

my senses, I found myself lying prone on top of Layla. My hands had landed

I apologized to her, cheeks

and I often wrestled in private. But facing Layla, I felt weird

beautiful eyes curved like crescent moons and she smiled at

on earth did

It

tilted her head to the side and

"What's on your mind?"

adamantly,

whispered in a charming voice, "I've liked you for a long

as wide as saucers and

too cute. It's hard not to

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