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

Chapter 66 He's really not a pervert!

Yan Huai glanced at Zhang Qiling, who was wrapped up like a roly-poly toy by his own tail, and his lips trembled.

"Zhang Qiling? Are you... alright...?"

"do not move!"

Yan Huai, who was about to retract his tail, stopped abruptly upon hearing the restrained warning. He looked at Zhang Qiling's waist, which was almost suspended in mid-air under the blanket, and crept over on his arms, feeling both puzzled and terrified: How did his tail get tangled up like that?!

"What... what am I supposed to do?" Zhang Qiling's body trembled, and Yan Huai didn't dare to touch her, afraid that one wrong move and Zhang Qiling would die from the pain...

That's right, Yan Huai thought Zhang Qiling was in pain!

"You...you slow down...take it back." Zhang Qiling's eyes were somewhat complicated. He looked at Yan Huai, feeling that what he said was ambiguous, but Yan Huai probably wouldn't understand.

"But..." Yan Huai hesitated. What if he accidentally retracted his tail at the wrong speed, causing Zhang Qiling even more pain? But seeing the bulging veins on Zhang Qiling's forehead... well, he'd better be careful. "Then I'll be gentle, just bear with it..."

Zhang Qiling felt helpless upon hearing this; such clear yet lewd words...

His earlobes were tinged with a faint red, his elbows were braced against the bed, and the muscles in his lower body were tense, probably trying to speed up blood circulation. After all, this state was really strange.

So Yan Huai lay down next to Zhang Qiling with the two horns on either side of his forehead protruding. He slowly retracted his tail while observing Zhang Qiling's expression. If Zhang Qiling showed even the slightest sign of distress, he would immediately freeze his tail and hurriedly turn his head to ask, "Does it hurt?"

Zhang Qiling's heart... it truly went numb along with her lower body. How could there be such a stupid person as Yan Huai in this world! The crucial point is, without hearing her reply, Yan Huai really stopped moving...

"Numb!" Zhang Qiling gritted his teeth and spat out the word. He clenched his fists, wishing he could give Yan Huai a good whack on the head!

Numb? Yan Huai glanced at Zhang Qiling, then at his waist, and then (kindly) reached out and rubbed it.

"You!" Zhang Qiling trembled before he could react, his elbow slipped and he fell back onto the bed. He bit his lip, effectively suppressing the sound that was about to escape his lips.

Yan Huai knew he had caused trouble, so he quickly put his arm around Zhang Qiling's shoulder and helped him sit up.

Having been forced to endure a wave of signal distortion, Zhang Qiling unconsciously gripped Yan Huai's arm, staring blankly at Yan Huai's worried eyes and his mouth opening and closing...

"Strangle him!" a voice said in Zhang Qiling's mind.

"Zhang Qiling, are you alright? Are you... okay?" Yan Huai felt increasingly guilty under Zhang Qiling's dazed gaze. He glanced at the tail that had now left a relatively large space, and added tremblingly, "Where exactly does it hurt?"

Zhang Qiling took a deep breath, ignoring Yan Huai's question, and tried to bend his legs—Frog Fun! One movement and everything goes numb!

Yan Huai, who was being disliked, was still gently holding Zhang Qiling in the same position. His gaze moved anxiously and worriedly over Zhang Qiling's face and legs, his eyes slightly red, and his two firm, upright dragon horns also turned around with guilt.

Zhang Qiling finally softened. He pointed to Yan Huai's cool tail, then rubbed the acupoints on the outside of his legs and said in a gentler tone, "I'm fine, take it back!"

"it is good......"

This is exactly what Yan Huai is like right now—concerned yet talking nonsense!

When two long, bare, and powerful white legs suddenly appeared before them, Zhang Qiling, who was usually unfazed even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, could no longer sit still. He quickly threw the bright red quilt over to cover up certain things he shouldn't see, then immediately got out of bed and rushed out the door with messy and unsteady steps.

When Yan Huai came to his senses and was too ashamed to face anyone, his mind was filled with countless emotions of collapse.

Yan Huai raised his hand to cover his face, his fingertips inadvertently touching a strange protrusion on his forehead. He traced his fingertips upwards from the base of the dragon horn, and then saw the shadow on the ground...

Heavens above! What kind of monster are you?! What the hell is going on?!

After the rooster crowed, Yan Huai found another set of clothes in his spatial storage, put them on, and left Zhang Qiling's room.

The world outside the door was peaceful, if only the eerie gaze of the man in black glasses wasn't so obvious.

"...Where is Zhang Qiling?" Yan Huai tried his best to ignore the gaze of the man in black glasses and sat down on the stone bench somewhat uncomfortably.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Black Glasses curled his lips with an unfriendly expression, speaking in a sarcastic tone as if his own cabbage had been eaten by a pig. "You're asking me? Who should I ask! Do you want me to make room for you two?"

Yan Huai scratched his forehead, his tone apologetic: "I didn't expect it to turn out like this, I'm sorry..."

Black Glasses raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for!"

Although Yan Huai did not understand the deeper meaning behind Hei Yanjing's words, he could hear the resentment in Hei Yanjing's tone: "Wu Sansheng gave me a villa before, in the eastern suburbs of Beijing. If you want it, you can have it."

Black Glasses straightened up slightly, his smile fading. He looked directly at Yan Huai through his sunglasses, somewhat incredulously: "Yan Huai, what do you take me for! Do you really want me to make room for you?!"

"No..." Yan Huai was speechless. Where did this go off-topic?

"I have no use for it. As for the villa... consider it an apology gift and do with it as you see fit."

Black Glasses' expression didn't change upon hearing this. He had a vague premonition, but he still casually joked, "What, trying to stay here? Sure! As long as the rent is paid, I'll take pity on you and let you stay!"

Yan Huai shook his head and said with a smile, "I have to leave for a while."

Black Glasses didn't answer, but instead looked past Yan Huai toward the gate of the courtyard house, where a tall, slender figure stood in the shadow of the door frame, carrying breakfast he had bought—an extra portion today.

Zhang Qiling...

There are still quite a few bandits in Beijing. Yan Huai stood next to Zhang Qiling, and although the distance between them didn't seem far, there always seemed to be a transparent wall of distance between them, especially after Yan Huai said he was leaving.

"The Wang family... I need to go there. It shouldn't take long..."

The quiet atmosphere made Yan Huai uneasy. He stole a glance at Zhang Qiling under the shade of the tree. The latter's face was very calm, so calm that it was somewhat pale. Although this person always seemed to be this pale, right now, it was so pale that Yan Huai felt his heart clenching.

"Be careful." Concise and clear, as was Zhang Qiling's usual style, and as soon as he finished speaking, he turned to leave.

No!

“Zhang Qiling…” Yan Huai hurriedly reached out and grabbed the fair wrist. He licked his dry lips and forced a smile. “I… I’ll come back to find you soon!”

The only response Yan Huai received was Zhang Qiling's eyes, which concealed all emotions, empty and lonely, with a dark color that conveyed both a clear sense of right and wrong and an indifference to everything.

Yan Huai immediately lowered his gaze and covered Zhang Qiling's eyes with his hand, while the hand that was holding Zhang Qiling went around her back and pulled her into his arms. He said in a trembling voice, "Zhang Qiling, don't look at me like that... I'm scared..."

It's like my only sense of belonging is gone...