Wen Zhi's heart was pounding wildly. She forced herself to take a deep breath, put on a thick, sleepy tone, and replied impatiently,
"What is it?"
Outside the tent, Yan Duo spoke in a low, guilty voice,
"I need to go to the restroom, but the woods are really dark… I'm scared to go alone. Can you come with me?"
Wen Zhi: "..."
"Go ahead first," she said. "I'll throw on a jacket and catch up."
It was already past two in the morning. The night air outdoors was indeed a little chilly.
Yan Duo didn't think too much about it and took a few steps ahead.
Wen Zhi sat up, hurriedly putting on her clothes, and whispered urgently to Mo Tingyan,
"Hurry up and go."
Mo Tingyan ignored her completely. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, warm lips brushing against the rim of her ear again and again. His voice was soaked in lethal intimacy.
"I'm not going back. This is what you get for choosing someone else instead of teaming up with me today."
Wen Zhi: "..."
"There were prizes for the top three," she said through clenched teeth. "Splitting up made sense. Don't you understand the logic of not putting all your eggs in one basket?"
"I don't," Mo Tingyan replied bluntly. Of course he knew exactly what she was thinking—but he was still unhappy. "You teamed up with someone else. I didn't like it. So I'm punishing you…"
Wen Zhi snapped back,
"Then what about you? You looked like you were having a great time with Xiao Zhao. Why don't you go sleep with her instead?"
Sensing something off in her tone, Mo Tingyan lifted his brows slightly.
"Hm? Is my Zhangzhu… jealous?"
Jealous?
Wen Zhi froze.
A chill crept up her spine.
Jealous?
What nonsense. She didn't even love him—why would she be jealous?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
As if avoiding a plague, she shoved him away hard.
"Get out. Now."
Once outside the tent, she quickly caught up with Yan Duo, wearing a listless expression.
Yan Duo said apologetically,
"Sorry, Xiao Zhi, for disturbing your sleep. I wanted to go alone, but look—this area is really dark…"
Wen Zhi glanced in the direction of Yan Duo's tent, which wasn't far from Mo Tingyan's, and said with some concern,
"It's fine. I'm a light sleeper anyway—I always hear noises outside."
Yan Duo looked surprised.
"You heard something outside?"
"You didn't?"
Yan Duo shook her head.
"No. My tent's further inside, and I had the little fan on. All I could hear was the fan."
"Maybe my tent's just too close to the edge," Wen Zhi said, finally relaxing. "Everyone passes by there when they go to the restroom."
She let out a quiet sigh of relief. Yan Duo hadn't suspected anything—it seemed Mo Tingyan really hadn't been seen when he came out.
Wen Zhi waited outside while Yan Duo finished, then walked back with her. Only after seeing Yan Duo return to her tent did Wen Zhi slip back into her own.
But before she could even steady herself—
A long arm reached out and yanked her back, sending her tumbling onto the sleeping mat.
Mo Tingyan was still there.
One hand cradled the back of her head, the other wrapped around her waist. Soft, scattered kisses rained down.
Wen Zhi gritted her teeth.
"Why are you still here?"
"I told you," he said calmly, "we're doing a wilderness mission. Did you think I was joking?"
"You—"
Mo Tingyan sat up and gently pulled the tent flap closed. His long fingers brushed her pale cheek, his tone dangerously intimate.
"You said I'm not your ideal type. Then tell me—who is?"
Wen Zhi couldn't be bothered with his pointless questions.
He bit lightly at her shoulder.
"If you don't answer, I'll make some noise. If people catch us in here, don't blame me for not warning you."
She knew perfectly well he was shameless enough to do it. She hurriedly said,
"I don't have an ideal type. Before, Mo Tingjue helped me, and I thought he matched what I imagined. And what happened? He still turned out to be trash, and we didn't make it. Ideal or not doesn't matter—what matters is how I feel."
Without giving him a chance to respond, she pushed at his shoulder again.
"Alright, go back now. If we're discovered, it'll be humiliating."
Mo Tingyan gave a roguish chuckle.
"That's what makes it exciting."
With that, he kissed her again, claiming her relentlessly, step by step…
Wen Zhi felt like every nerve in her body was being tortured to the brink of explosion—yet she didn't dare make a single sound.
Mo Tingyan had completely corrupted her.
Because at that moment, she realized she felt the same way—
Doing this outdoors, tense and terrified of making noise, was indeed far more thrilling than at home… or even in the car.
Afterward, she finally managed to kick him out.
Only when Mo Tingyan safely returned to his own tent and sent her a message did Wen Zhi's heart finally settle back into place.
The next morning after breakfast, the competition was mountain climbing. The first three to reach the summit and grab a flag would win.
Wen Zhi set off lightly, panting as she reached halfway up the mountain.
She was exhausted. Just as she sat down to rest, her phone rang.
Drinking water, she checked it—it was a group message.
Chief Purser Xue knew she had no chance of reaching the summit, so she had taken three volunteers to dig for wild vegetables. But as they walked, she suddenly disappeared.
After searching for a long time, the girls discovered that the chief purser had become stuck in a ground fissure—only about twenty centimeters wide, but dozens of meters deep.
The photos showed her wedged inside at a half-lying angle, unable to climb out.
And in that position, oxygen deprivation was a serious risk.
Wen Zhi didn't hesitate for even a second. She immediately gave up the competition and rushed back down the mountain.
When she arrived, firefighters had already reached the scene. They lowered ropes into the fissure, but the chief purser could only move her left hand. She was already showing signs of oxygen deprivation and couldn't grip the rope at all.
Several firefighters tried to go down, but even the slimmest among them had difficulty reaching her depth.
Some of the flight attendants nearby were very thin—but seeing how deep, dark, and filthy it was, none dared to step forward.
After taking one look down, Wen Zhi walked straight up to the firefighters.
"I'm slimmer than our chief purser. Tie the rope on me—I'll go down and pull her up."
The nearby flight attendants were stunned.
No one had expected that the person Chief Purser Xue disliked the most… would be the one volunteering to save her.
The firefighters looked at Wen Zhi's slender frame and asked twice,
"Are you sure you want to go down?"
Wen Zhi nodded calmly. A life was at stake—of course she was sure.
They quickly secured the rope around her.
Just as Wen Zhi stepped to the edge of the fissure and was about to lower herself down—
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed hard.
She turned around.
Mo Tingyan had rushed over, breathing heavily, his expression grave as he looked straight at her.