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.

I was so taken aback that I got distracted from the path under

was she trying to

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finally came to my senses, I found myself lying prone on top of Layla. My hands had landed on her soft, plump

hands behind my back, I apologized to her, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to

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

and she smiled at me warmly. "It

on earth

blankly. It wasn't until

to

"What's on your mind?"

my head adamantly, feeling more

a charming voice, "I've

wide as saucers and I wondered if I was

horror, she added, "You're just too cute. It's hard not to like you,

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