Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 65 I want it to always be like this

Zhang Qiling's heart froze for a moment. What did Yan Huai just say?

"I...I've liked you for a long time," Yan Huai trembled all over, holding his breath and not daring to exhale openly, his voice sincere yet timid, "I've been thinking about you."

This time, Zhang Qiling was certain: Yan Huai was saying he liked him! He was still thinking about him!

In a flurry of activity, Zhang Qiling managed to create some distance between them. He took the opportunity to lower his head and calm his breathing, while Yan Huai, whom he had pushed away, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

“Zhang Qiling…” Yan Huai looked at the whorl of Zhang Qiling’s hair, a flash of crimson in his eyes. Could it be that the system was lying to him? Zhang Qiling didn’t like him at all!

"Host, the system will not lie to you."

But he pushed me away...

The tone was so pitiful, but the system, wanting to mimic a human, sighed and said, "Is it possible that Zhang Qiling is just nervous...?"

nervous?

Yan Huai tentatively reached out with trembling hands to cup Zhang Qiling's face, only to see a slight daze flicker in the other's eyes, as if she hadn't come to her senses yet.

But Zhang Qiling, who seemed to be suffering from tinnitus, was completely unprepared for Yan Huai's actions!

When she unexpectedly met a pair of cautious eyes, Zhang Qiling was startled and instinctively looked away, saying, "I, I'll go get you a blanket!"

Yan Huai watched as Zhang Qiling took a step back and slipped out of the room, his hands still cupping his face. His uncertainty grew even stronger: "Was he really just nervous?"

"Yes, host, Zhang Qiling feels the same way you do about him."

Yan Huai lowered his hands and stood still, his gaze fixed on the door. Zhang Qiling would come back, right?

"Yes, the host."

Zhang Qiling will indeed come back, but the bright red blanket that the man with the black glasses tucked into his arms makes him a little reluctant to move.

"Here, that's all we have. If you really can't stand it, you two can just share a bed. Alright, go to sleep! I'm so sleepy from all this commotion!"

pia——

With a flourish, the man in black glasses turned and slammed the door shut, his retreating figure concealing his achievements and fame.

Zhang Qiling, standing outside the door, pursed his lips. He walked down the steps towards his room—sharing a blanket with Yan Huai was out of the question...for now.

When Zhang Qiling returned to the room, Yan Huai was still standing in the same spot. He must have heard his footsteps. Yan Huai was looking at him with bright eyes, which was irresistible.

"Just make do with it."

“Okay!” Yan Huai glanced at the blanket in Zhang Qiling’s arms, and had no objection. He followed Zhang Qiling to the bedside and waited quietly for Zhang Qiling to make the bed for him.

So... does this mean he should sleep inside?

Yan Huai glanced at Zhang Qiling's incredibly calm (not really) expression and thought to himself: Let him sleep inside if he wants! Whatever Zhang Qiling likes.

"go to bed early."

"hold head high!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the bed was already made, but the two simpletons stood by the bed without moving, and the conversation was completely meaningless.

Only when Zhang Qiling's gaze swept over him did Yan Huai begin to take off his shoes and unbutton his clothes, very slowly and deliberately... As for his pants, well, those are not easy to take off, are they?

The system heard Yan Huai's thoughts and, combined with the current scene, it was simply... unbearable to watch. It had never seen this guy so hesitant and shy when he was naked before! But it felt that it was best not to meddle in other people's business now. Its host needed to grow, in every aspect.

So, when Yan Huai, who knew nothing about it, hesitated for a while before putting his hand on his waistband, a brief rustling sound came from the side.

Yan Huai looked up and saw Zhang Qiling turn around nimbly, take off his shoes and lie down on the bed. He covered himself with the quilt tightly, only revealing half of his round head and a bright red ear.

Yan Huai froze upon seeing this, his face inexplicably turning bright red. It seemed he couldn't take his pants off now...

After tightening the belt again, Yan Huai quietly rolled over onto Zhang Qiling. Only after he was actually lying in the quilt did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

The lights are just too bright...

Yan Huai and Zhang Qiling, feeling the light in the room, both fell into deep thought—the light had been forgotten to be turned off.

I peeked in, then peeked again, and wow, it moved!

Yan Huai lay there stiffly, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Qiling get up to turn off the light.

But in the darkness, neither of them could sleep. One desperately wanted an answer so he could rightfully move closer, while the other was filled with fear, longing, and turmoil...

Time has taken away the last bit of light. At three in the morning, there is either hidden meaning or deep sleep.

"Host, your transformation features are about to appear, specifically: dragon horns and tail."

"Ok?"

In his hazy sleep, Yan Huai heard the sound of fabric tearing, but his eyelids felt incredibly heavy. He just pursed his lips, then rolled over to the warm spot next to him and went back to sleep...

But at this time, the Wang family in the capital...

Click——

The sound of a teacup shattering.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! They couldn't even keep an eye on anyone in Xisha, and now they've been tricked!" Wang Quan sat in the main seat, his expression furious. In the council hall in front of him, more than a dozen young members of the Wang family were kneeling.

"Please punish me, Master."

Wang Quan sneered, his weathered eyes revealing a sinister glint: "Do you think you can escape this? Whoever saw the escapee should be responsible for tracking them down! As for Wu Sansheng... go deal with the things Wang Jue brought back first, and we'll talk about the rest when he gets back."

"Yes!"

The night finally passed, the clouds parted and the sun shone through the clouds, casting a warm shadow on the folded curtains.

giggle~

Hey!

Yan Huai frowned at the crowing of roosters early in the morning. He burrowed into the quilt and nuzzled his head on the soft pillow.

Snapped--

Zhang Qiling suddenly opened his eyes, then stared blankly at the... horn? that was stuck to his face.

My gaze shifted downwards, and I realized that my chest had become so swollen.

"Yan Huai?"

Two horns covered in fine down nuzzled against Zhang Qiling's chin affectionately, and then fell silent.

Zhang Qiling: "......"

Zhang Qiling tried to move his body, but instantly froze, as if something was wrapping around his legs!

Just as Zhang Qiling was about to lift the blanket to check, his gaze, which had been casually sweeping to the side, paused... He probably didn't need to look anymore; the tail drooping under the bed had already given him the answer.

Is this another mutation?

"Yan Huai!" Zhang Qiling patted Yan Huai's exposed arm, but didn't raise his voice at all.

"Hmm?" Yan Huai narrowed his eyes, really didn't want to get up!

With his cheek pressed against the soft "pillow," Yan Huai's eyes gradually cleared, and he saw a somewhat unfamiliar room and furnishings reflected in his vision. Where was he?

“Yanhuai…” Zhang Qiling was numb, his legs were numb.

"Hmm... Hmm!?" After realizing what was happening, Yan Huai instantly straightened up and backed away like a spring, while poor Zhang Qiling was unconsciously dragged in that direction by him.

"Hiss—" His mind seemed to explode with a barrage of static, and Zhang Qiling's entire lower body throbbed with a tingling sensation. Should he thank Yan Huai for leaving a slit in his blood vessel? At least he wouldn't be paralyzed in the middle of the night...?