Mu Cheng's words slightly eased Peng Yuqiu's mind.
The two looked at each other, eyeing one another for quite some time.
Finally, Peng Yuqiu spoke first, "Let's get dressed first."
Mu Cheng came to his senses, nodding, "Right, it wouldn't look good if someone saw us like this."
Following that, the two walked back to the tent with wooden expressions on their faces.
A short distance away, Mo Shangjun stood silently, touching her nose.
Tsk.
She should have known better than to eavesdrop.
Turning around, Mo Shangjun skirted around the instructor's tent and headed back to Tent Number 7.
Ever since Ji Ruonan left, there was no need to avoid suspicion anymore, and the internal affairs of Tent Number 7 began to be managed by an assistant instructor. Mo Shangjun only needed to take care of her own affairs every morning.
