Finally, she forced herself to look away.
She went to the restroom to wash up.
On her return, she intended to leave without a sideways glance, but couldn't help but stop as she passed the bed.
Turn left, two steps forward, stop, and look down at the bedding.
Forget it, for peace of mind.
Mo Shangjun's rare bout of OCD kicked in, she held back again and again, but in the end, using her two inconvenient hands, she managed to fold the blanket into a perfect tofu cube.
Square and smooth, without a single wrinkle.
Perfect score in barracks maintenance.
Looking at the time again, nearly twenty minutes had passed.
Mo Shangjun left with a gloomy expression.
After descending the stairs, she coincidentally saw Lang Yan returning from his run.
The sky was somewhat dark, and when Lang Yan spotted a figure, he ran over, but took an unexpected start when he saw her upon closer inspection.
He instinctively scanned Mo Shangjun from head to toe.
