As though in spite, Mu Chenguang took off his shoes and clothes and got into one of the sleeping bags in the tent and lay down.
Wandou stood outside the tent, speechless. This was the first time she had heard a man claiming himself to be a daisy-fresh boy. She really wanted to know whether Mu Chenguang had brain damage.
She craned her neck and peered into the tent to look around. The tent was quite spacious and there were indeed two sleeping bags inside. Basically, they could not violate each other's space.
Looking at the man's back, Wandou mustered her courage and crawled into the tent, took off her clothes, lay in the sleeping bag and sleep.
Anyway, the night would quickly pass once she fell asleep, and they would be able to go home the next day.
She just had to make do with it!
Not to mention that the sleeping bag was quite soft too. The bottom was padded with several layers of thick matting; she didn't feel cold in it at all.