Aaaaaargh!
In that very moment, Mu Wanqiu felt as if there was a lion roaring inside her.
Clenching her fist, she punched the air several times.
Jiang He turned to look at her in shock, and quickly cowered, exclaiming, "Mu Wanqiu, tell me the truth: Are you sick mentally?"
After all, even boys had to protect themselves when they were out of the house.
"You're the mental one!"
Mu Wanqiu yelled, and lay down on another end. There was no way she was leaving—the very thought of that caterpillar passing by gave her the creeps!
Pouting, Mu Wanqiu lay on her side, showing her back to Jiang He as well.
Still, the space in a single-person's tent was very small, and they were almost in physical contact despite having their backs against each other. In fact, all Mu Wanqiu felt was her blood flow quickening and her heart pounding without end.
A man and a woman, alone… it was difficult to sleep!
However, barely moments later…
