"Virtue."
Ding Jing shot her a side-eye, swaying as she walked into the next dormitory.
Liang Zhiqiong glanced at her and quickly shut the door.
Seeing their interaction, Tang Shi couldn't help but laugh, easing some of the panic and stirrings in her heart.
"Why do you always take it out on her?"
Tang Shi sat sideways, her arm draped over the chair back, chin resting on her arm, and jokingly asked Liang Zhiqiong.
"It's fun," Liang Zhiqiong raised her chin proudly, "messing with her makes me happy."
Tang Shi extended a finger, seemingly seriously calculating, "But nine times out of ten, you fail..."
"Don't spoil it!"
Liang Zhiqiong stamped her foot in anger.
Tang Shi laughed, appearing quite pleased.
"Come on, tonight we're going to have a big operation—"
Liang Zhiqiong headed towards the closet.
"What?"
Tang Shi asked just as she saw Liang Zhiqiong pulling out a box... full of face masks from the closet.
It really was a box full.
