An Unspoken Understanding Is Just Right

Ye Liangchen suddenly burst into laughter for no apparent reason.

Xue Shaohua frowned, not understanding why Ye Liangchen, who had been speaking normally just moments ago, was now laughing so heartily. He quickly patted Ye Liangchen’s thigh.

Snapping out of his daze, Ye Liangchen looked at Xue Shaohua blankly before realizing they were still in the café.

His gaze instinctively shifted to Shen Mengjie.

There, he saw her brows tightly furrowed, staring at him as if he were a fool.

Ye Liangchen hastily cleared his throat. "Sorry, I just thought of something funny."

Shen Mengjie’s eyes darted between Ye Liangchen and Xue Shaohua, scrutinizing them.

Especially when she noticed Ye Liangchen lightly patting Xue Shaohua’s hand and even giving his palm a playful scratch, a strange suspicion grew stronger in her mind.

Her life experience had exposed her to plenty of unsavory things.

There was something off about the interactions between Ye Liangchen and Xue Shaohua...

Xue Shaohua seemed to notice Shen Mengjie’s gaze and coughed awkwardly before withdrawing his hand.

Then, with slight discomfort, he said, "Don’t worry. Our ultimate goal is just to punish Long Aotian, that heartless scumbag. With the two of us taking action, even if he were a real dragon, he’d have to curl up and submit!"

"Exactly," Ye Liangchen declared confidently. He had waited far too long for this day.

The thought of tormenting Long Aotian—a man who prized his pride above all—beneath him sent waves of excitement coursing through his body.

This thrill even surpassed the excitement of pinning Hu Yuying beneath him.

Noticing the fervor and determination in Ye Liangchen’s eyes, Shen Mengjie’s gaze flickered briefly before she chuckled lightly. "Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now."

As she stood, she stretched her body, fully aware of the allure of her figure.

But what she saw next left her utterly speechless.

Ye Liangchen was personally wrapping a scarf around Xue Shaohua’s neck.

Xue Shaohua tugged at the scarf slightly and said in a coy tone, "It’s a bit hot."

"It’ll be cold outside. Be good," Ye Liangchen replied with a doting smile.

Shen Mengjie didn’t understand, but she was thoroughly shocked.

A bizarre thought crept into her mind.

After finishing, Ye Liangchen turned to Shen Mengjie, flicked his hair, and flashed a confident grin. "Mengjie, don’t worry. This time, you’ll finally be free from Long Aotian’s harassment!"

Shen Mengjie’s lips twitched. "That’s... great."

Xue Shaohua, now letting his earring show, also gave Shen Mengjie a charming smile and flicked his hair. Since their plans had shifted, there was no need to hold back—he could now unleash his full charm.

Tilting his head at a 45-degree angle, he took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and angled his sharp jawline toward Shen Mengjie.

Ye Liangchen watched Xue Shaohua’s antics and shook his head helplessly, muttering under his breath, "Such a tease!"

Seeing Shen Mengjie momentarily stunned, Xue Shaohua was immensely pleased. He loved the feeling of leaving girls utterly mesmerized. "Sometimes, you have to let your true feelings out instead of suppressing them. That’s when you’ll find real happiness."

In Xue Shaohua’s eyes, Shen Mengjie clearly had feelings for him but was too shy to admit it—which was just wrong!

"Emotions need to be expressed."

As she watched Ye Liangchen and Xue Shaohua walk away, Shen Mengjie frowned deeply, feeling utterly bewildered.

"Did you see that? The moment I turned on the charm, Shen Mengjie was completely stunned," Xue Shaohua said smugly.

In the past, Ye Liangchen would have argued, insisting on proving who was more charming.

But now, it didn’t matter—they belonged to each other. No need to compete.

Then, Ye Liangchen’s gaze landed on a nearby hotel.

He asked softly, "Are you tired from walking so far?"

Some words and actions, though they’d already crossed every line, still felt awkward to bring up outright. A silent understanding was best.

Xue Shaohua shook his head. "Not at all. This is nothing."

Ye Liangchen coughed lightly. "Actually, I’m a bit tired."

Casually, he glanced at the hotel ahead and cleared his throat. "There’s a hotel up ahead. Let’s rest for a bit."

Hearing this, Xue Shaohua immediately understood what Ye Liangchen was hinting at.

Biting his lip, he put on an innocent expression and flicked his hair. "Actually, I am a little tired too."

Ye Liangchen’s heart leaped with joy, especially seeing Xue Shaohua’s shy, lip-biting look. But he maintained a composed facade. "Then let’s go rest for a while."

"Besides, it’s getting late. The dorm might already be locked by now."

Xue Shaohua tossed his hair carelessly. "Whatever."

He stole a glance at Ye Liangchen, only to catch him pressing his lips together to suppress a grin.

Xue Shaohua couldn’t help but smile too. Ever since his first taste of male intimacy, he’d found himself longing for it—especially at night, lying in bed surrounded by his roommates. The craving grew stronger.

Noticing Xue Shaohua’s furtive look, Ye Liangchen immediately adopted a nonchalant demeanor, as if to say he really just wanted to rest.

As Shen Mengjie watched Ye Liangchen and Xue Shaohua walk hand in hand into the hotel, she covered her mouth in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. Recalling their earlier conversation in the café, a horrifying realization struck her.

"Are they... planning to sleep with Long Aotian?"

"Holy sht!" Shen Mengjie couldn’t help but swear. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she’d never have believed something so absurd.

When had these two even reached this point? Just a while ago, they’d been jealous over her...

But now they wanted to bed Long Aotian? That was... just too...

She turned and walked away, her steps quick with excitement. She could only imagine how Long Aotian would react if he found out Ye Liangchen and Xue Shaohua had such intentions for him—he’d probably tear them apart!

Meanwhile, Long Aotian, who was out drinking with his roommates, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. His hand froze mid-air as he raised his glass.

Huang Fei and the other two glanced at him. "What’s wrong, Aotian? Can’t handle your liquor already?"

Long Aotian rolled his shoulders. "Something just feels off these past couple of days."

Huang Fei and the others burst out laughing. "Dude, you’re just weak..."

Long Aotian shook his head. Maybe it was because he hadn’t slept with his girl lately—his body was protesting...