"Yan Renzhong," Shen Jingwei growled, his voice muffled by the hand pressing against his lips.
In the darkness, it was impossible to look at Yan Renzhong's face clearly, but he was definitely smiling.
"Hello, Jingbao," he said before giving Shen Jingwei a quick peck on the lips.
"What are you doing here? What if Old Zhu finds out... Eh? Old Zhu? Where is Old Zhu?"
Yan Renzhong lay sideways next to Shen Jingwei and ran his hand across Shen Jingwei's form lazily.
"Must you mention other man when we are cuddling in bed...?"
"Don't joke around, where is Old Zhu?"
"In his tent, of course," Yan Renzhong replied with a yawn.
"... Am I not in the same tent as he is?"
"You were," Yan Renzhong corrected him. "But I asked him to switch with me. Your manager is quite agreeable, I must say."
"..."
Old Zhu! Shen Jingwei howled in his head. Are you selling me off to Yan Renzhong? Where is your conscience???
