Tang Zheng's tactical vest was filled with ammo clips, pressing against Li Muqing's chest uncomfortably, but she did not let go, clinging tightly to him.
"Let go." Tang Zheng freed an arm, grabbed Li Muqing's collar, and tried to shake her off.
"We might die tomorrow, what's wrong with enjoying our last night?" Li Muqing stared into Tang Zheng's eyes, asking defiantly. She refused to believe that there were no men who would seize an opportunity. They might feel guilty, they might hesitate, but given an excuse, they would happily climb into a woman's bed.
Li Muqing was very confident in her beauty. She knew that seducing men could lower their opinion of her, so she used that as an excuse, hoping to plant the idea of their shared adversity deep in Tang Zheng's subconscious.
