"Men should dare to act!" Gu Shaocheng sneered, wringing a towel.
Quite seriously, Yan Fengchi stated with a stern face, "You're right."
"Then admit to it."
Yan Fengchi took another heavy drag on his cigarette, his tone growing tenser, "Are you saying I should make her my own again?"
Gu Shaocheng: "..."
With a forced smile, he threw the towel in his hand at him. Yan Fengchi deftly caught it and leaned in, "If I get her back in bed, you won't object, will you?"
Gu Shaocheng turned his head, discussing such sinister issues with someone who looked seriously mischievous wasn't his forte.
He thought to himself: As long as it's not Chenxing, I don't care who you sleep with!
...
"Achoo!" At the neighboring campsite, Luo Xi gave a hefty sneeze. She carelessly rubbed her nose, wondering: Do I have a cold?
"Ah ... choo!"
