Under the night sky, in the haystack.
Liang Zhiqiong took a deep breath, trying hard to steady her inner tension and anxiety.
Mo Shangjun sat beside her, watching her continuously cheer herself up, thinking that she always assumed Liang was experienced, but didn't expect this was her first time doing such sneaky business.
Seeing that Liang Zhiqiong had somewhat adjusted herself, Mo Shangjun flexed her wrist and asked, "If it were you, what would you do?"
"What?"
Liang Zhiqiong didn't understand for a moment.
Mo Shangjun glanced towards the kitchen duty room.
Having understood, Liang Zhiqiong showed an expression of realization.
"In my case..." Liang Zhiqiong hesitated a bit, then said, "I'd probably just stay hungry."
"What?" Mo Shangjun touched her ear, leaning closer to her.
Liang Zhiqiong stammered, "Stay hungry."
Mo Shangjun: "..." So lacking guts.
