Three people were inside the tent.
Ni Rou, who had just washed her hair, was now wiping it dry.
Lin Qi, who had just finished washing up and was hugging a basin on the way back.
Yu Yitong, who was folding her bedding on her own bed.
However, after sensing the bone-chilling coldness, all three of them simultaneously stopped what they were doing and instinctively turned to look at Mo Shangjun standing at the entrance.
Ni Rou draped the towel around her neck, glanced at Mo Shangjun, then at her own bed, and couldn't help but feel a bit of schadenfreude.
"Serves you right for being so arrogant, for being so pleased with yourself.
Someone's always there to deal with you!"
"My quilt, what's going on?"
Mo Shangjun looked at Lin Qi and asked slowly.
Lin Qi realized what was happening, glanced at Liang Zhiqiong's bed, the hint quite clear.
Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows knowingly.
Hesitating, Lin Qi slightly furrowed her brows and warned her, "No fighting or brawling."
"I know,"
