Gathering by Wan River (IV)

Feng Jin's eyes lit up. "Other than that, is there anything else?"

Jiang Pengji smiled coldly. "You both left the same place; how could you not know? He was hugging a few girls, and one was even feeding him. Such a free and unfettered life. To be blunt, he even went a few rounds before he showered and rushed over."

Feng Jin's cheeks started flushing red. Why was he such a masochist? He knew what Liu Lanting was like, yet he kept offering himself on a silver platter and letting her bully him.

Jiang Pengji swept her gaze over the other Langjuns who were chatting and discussing poetry. No matter how pretty they were, in her eyes, they were weaklings. They were so weak that she felt disgusted by them.

Jiang Pengji left her tea behind. "Boring! Taxue, Xu Ke, with me!"

She got up and stalked off towards Wuma Jun. She did not notice the others' awkward expressions.