"Peng Yuqiu, Mo Shangjun, what are you two doing, arm in arm like that?"
As soon as her words dropped, Liang Zhiqiong had already approached, frowning with suppressed anger, staring discontentedly at the pair.
Mo Shangjun was leaning on Peng Yuqiu, and Peng Yuqiu did not resist.
With one glance, Liang Zhiqiong couldn't control the tumultuous anger within, almost wishing she could just throw a punch at them both.
Especially Peng Yuqiu... Damn it! The epitome of a shameless bastard!
"Come here."
Showing no guilt of being "caught in the act," Mo Shangjun calmly beckoned her over with a hook of her finger.
Peng Yuqiu's face darkened, he glanced at Mo Shangjun's hand possessively hooked on his shoulder, but didn't nervously push it away as if fearing being caught red-handed.
Liang Zhiqiong eyed the two suspiciously.
It might've been a dark and windy night, but there were constant comings and goings in front of the tent, hardly an ideal spot for a romantic tryst.
