114: Chapter 113: Night Raid 114: Chapter 113: Night Raid Song Yun only felt that some mysterious entity had stolen a host of things from his wallet, but, for the sake of his integrity, he could only reluctantly agree.
What could he do when each of these girls was nothing but trouble?
What if he ran off and they faced danger?
Song Yun had always considered himself a responsible man; although he hadn’t been involved with them in that way, it didn’t stop him from wanting to take responsibility for them.
Watching Qingluan proposing various places to go, Song Yun suddenly felt very tired and announced he was going back to sleep.
Before long, the door opened, and a tall figure tiptoed inside.
Song Yun’s eyes, initially half-closed, now widened more than ever.
As the figure looked around and saw no one else outside, it gently closed the door.
Song Yun’s heart leaped with joy, wondering which beauty had come to turn his card tonight.
With an excited heart, Song Yun feigned deep sleep, lying motionless in bed.
The figure approached the bedside, hesitated for a moment, and then kissed Song Yun on the cheek.
At that moment, Song Yun was almost too eager, thinking, “Don’t just kiss on the cheek, what about the lips?
If you really can’t reach, just lie in bed and kiss all night.”
After kissing him, the figure turned to leave, but just then, it stepped on a pair of shoes Song Yun had left by the bed and, with a squeak, collapsed beside his bed.
Song Yun squinted his eyes, not daring to open them fully; after all, he’d been pretending to sleep.
If he revealed himself now, he’d inevitably get a beating.
Even though he was the victim, the intruder was a girl with likely a delicate pride, and springing out of bed to help her now would probably just embarrass her.
The figure groaned in pain on the floor, and after a while, not seeing any reaction from Song Yun, still pretended to sleep, grew unhappy, and slapped him head twice.
“You were awake, weren’t you?” Li Shishi said angrily.
“Huh?” Song Yun opened his not-quite-awake eyes and asked in confusion, “What are you doing in my room?”
“You’re still pretending?” Li Shishi grabbed Song Yun’s arm and bit down.
Song Yun dared not struggle too much, fearing he might break Li Shishi’s teeth, so he could only let her leave teeth marks on his arm.
“Damn, you sneak into my room in the middle of the night, kissing and moaning all over, if my heart wasn’t so broad, I would’ve thrown you out already,” Song Yun said and slapped Li Shishi on her buttocks.
After finishing, he realized that Li Shishi was only in her pajamas, without any underwear beneath, and the slaps let Song Yun feel the full bounce of Li Shishi’s rear end.
Reluctantly, he pulled his hand back and sheepishly said, “So you weren’t wearing anything under your pajamas.”
Li Shishi, with eyes as enticing as autumn water, retorted, “Do you wear underwear to bed at night?”
“Hehe,” Song Yun, more accustomed to sleeping “naturally” as he was now, without a shred of clothing, could only drape a blanket across himself.
“Why are you in my room so late at night?” Song Yun saw Li Shishi eyeing him with a mischievous look.
“It’s because I saw someone heartless who had been hurt badly, so I came to console him,” Li Shishi grumbled as she sat down on the floor with a thump.
“But this heartless man doesn’t have a shred of sympathy.
After I fell, he continued to pretend to be asleep.”
Song Yun, grinning mischievously, pulled Li Shishi onto the bed and said, “How does a kiss count as consolation?
You should at least stay the night with me.
Don’t worry, I won’t charge you tonight.”
“Hey, stop, you’re tickling me!” Li Shishi dived into Song Yun’s chest and burst into laughter.
“I was wrong, stop tickling me, it’s too ticklish.”
“Just give in to me tonight; I’ll take good care of you,” Song Yun coaxed as he lifted her chin.
Li Shishi struggled coyly for a while, but finding that Song Yun had her in a tight grip like a vise, she stopped resisting, lifting her head in surrender.
Just as Song Yun was about to kiss her, there was a knock at the door.
Qingluan’s voice came through from outside, “Song Yun, why do I hear a woman laughing in your room?”
“Oh no, Qingluan has noticed—let me go,” Li Shishi pushed against Song Yun’s chest and chided.
“Qingluan is blocking the door; you can’t get out anyway,” Song Yun shrugged.
“But we can’t just sit here and do nothing!” Li Shishi hit Song Yun in frustration, blaming him, “It’s all your fault for tickling me.”
Why is she blaming me?
Song Yun was puzzled.
Wasn’t it you who sneaked into my room and kissed me?
That started all the subsequent events.
“Song Yun, I’m coming in,” Qingluan spoke outside the door.
“This is bad.
If Qingluan comes in and sees us like this, she’ll definitely get the wrong idea.
What should we do?” Li Shishi fretted.
She didn’t want Qingluan to see her lying in Song Yun’s bed, blushing, even if nothing had happened between them.
Just the act alone was enough to fuel wild speculation.
“Quick, get under the covers,” Song Yun shook the blanket over Li Shishi to hide her.
Qingluan pushed the door open and looked left and right, asking, “Eh?
Where’s the woman in your room?”
“What woman?
You must have heard wrong,” Song Yun said, feeling guilty, “I went to bed early when I came in here.”
“No way, I clearly heard a woman’s laughter coming from your room; I thought it was that RB woman,” Qingluan looked around, pushing the door of the small bathroom inside the room and finding nothing suspicious, then opened the wardrobe, still finding nothing.
Meanwhile, under the covers, Li Shishi instinctively shrank down, engulfed in the darkness so it was impossible to tell her position relative to Song Yun’s body from outside.
She felt something prickly ahead of her, but on second thought, what else could be bushy down there on a man?
Blushing, Li Shishi moved her head back; she certainly didn’t want to engage in any embarrassing acts at this critical juncture.
As Song Yun dealt with Qingluan, he felt waves of warmth blowing on Little Song Yun.
The warmth was both soothing and ticklish, and Little Song Yun couldn’t resist standing at attention.
Right then, Song Yun knew he was in trouble—he seemed to have bumped into something he shouldn’t have.
“Could she be hiding under this blanket?”
“Stop messing around, Qingluan.
I usually sleep naked; I don’t even wear clothes under here,” Song Yun said, frightened.
“Alright, alright, go to bed early.
You’re still in the recovery phase,” Qingluan, finding nothing, could only shrug and head back to her room.