It was past eight in the evening.
Deep in the jungle, it was silent and tranquil, even the sounds of insects and birds had quieted down.
Mo Shangjun dragged Liang Zhiqiong, almost forcibly, to the flag point halfway.
Liang Zhiqiong was practically hanging off Mo Shangjun, gasping for breath as she complained, "Damn, Mo Shangjun, can't you stop being a freak!"
Mo Shangjun replied blandly, "You're just too weak."
"Damn it."
Liang Zhiqiong said angrily.
All along the way, she had desperately tried to catch up to Mo Shangjun, but Mo Shangjun seemed to be toying with her, strolling leisurely ahead, driving her mad.
If that wasn't enough, after she mentioned wanting a nice room, Mo Shangjun cruelly crushed her hopes by saying – no way.
After being taken aback, Liang Zhiqiong was furious and marched ahead in anger, but having exhausted her energy earlier, she was soon worn out, so Mo Shangjun ended up dragging her along.
