Sleeping Together In A Tent With Yan Molun At Night...?

Duoyao really took her hat off to him. Although it was summer, the temperature difference between day and night was almost 20°C, yet he could still shower with cold water. "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"I'm alright." Yan Molun watched her intently for a while. Suddenly, he leaned over and asked softly, "Have you thought about my reward?"

Duoyao's lips trembled for a while and she said softly, "One should derive pleasure from helping others. You shouldn't keep thinking about getting a reward."

"But I only went because I was thinking about your reward—I'm not so noble." Yan Molun tilted his head and his gaze burned more intensely than before.

"How can you be like this?" Duoyao stomped her feet. She could never out-talk this man.

"I am like this." Yan Molun folded his arms. "If you're not going to come up with one, I'll get it on my own."

"I… I'll cook for you," Duoyao stuttered.