Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The moment Xie Yuchen was forcibly pulled into the space, he was stunned. Only after realizing where he was did his tense nerves relax a little.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

Given Shen Mingchao's personality, he wouldn't suddenly pull someone into the space without saying a word, especially at such a critical moment.

This is not normal.

Recalling Shen Mingchao's last glance at him, Xie Yuchen finally realized the problem.

That one glance was unclear.

It seems to be yearning for something...

Xie Yuchen forcibly cut off his thoughts, unwilling to delve deeper into them, as this was far beyond his expectations.

Just as he cleared away the jumbled images, a sudden force pulled him around his wrist.

Xie Yuchen met those eyes again.

The undercurrent in his eyes became clearer, and the figure that was closing in on him gave him the most definitive answer.

—Shen Mingchao wanted him.

When this sentence took shape in my mind, it was like a temple bell being struck.

The sound lingered for a long time, deeply moving and resonating within my soul.

As an adult male, he should feel happy when a girl he likes sends him such ambiguous signals.

No.

As an adult male, he could distinguish between love and desire. Shen Mingchao looked at him now as if he were looking at a delicious cake.

If he were a muddle-headed person, he could have simply made the mistake, but he isn't.

Those people outside aren't fools, and there's the example of the guy from before; he's not that shameless.

"Don't."

Xie Yuchen gritted his teeth and pressed down Shen Mingchao's wicked hand, taking a step back himself: "This is not the right time."

Shen Mingchao, who was pushed away, pouted. Being given a bucket of cold water when you're in the middle of something exciting would make anyone unhappy.

"This is the second time," she murmured, her tone a mixture of grievance and complaint, it was hard to tell.

She really had bad luck. The cold and aloof man from last time rejected her at first, and this handsome man in front of her didn't seem too willing either.

So, you really can't judge a book by its cover?

Shen Mingchao's lips were pursed high, his fingers stubbornly gripping the other person's sleeve, his eyes fixed on that face that could bring ruin to the country.

Appreciation tinged with melancholy.

It's so beautiful, what can I do if I don't want to change the actress?

"What's wrong?" This person suddenly leaned closer, and upon closer inspection of the face, it was even more stunningly beautiful.

After much hesitation, she chose to follow her heart and honestly asked, "If I forced myself on you, would you be very unhappy?"

"Huh? What?"

Xie Yuchen thought he was hallucinating. He had just looked at Shen Mingchao's overly disappointed expression and felt a little sorry for him. He had just lowered his head to show his concern when he heard this shocking statement.

He never imagined that one day a girl would use the phrase "forced sex" to describe him.

This is no joke.

Shen Mingchao certainly had the means to take action.

He was both amused and exasperated, and couldn't help but ask, "What would you do if I told you I'd be unhappy?"

"Then there's nothing I can do." Shen Mingchao loosened his grip on his sleeve, his words still blunt: "Your wishes are more important; I have no choice but to find someone else."

"Change players?!" Another alarm bell rang. Xie Yuchen looked up in shock. The two ordinary words were more lethal than the earth-shattering statement. He had only asked one more question, without even trying to be roundabout? He had many concerns, but that didn't mean he was going to hand over the opportunity to someone else.

Shen Mingchao was full of doubt: He was clearly thinking of him, so why was he even more unhappy? Was the beauty's mood always so unpredictable?

"No need, I asked the wrong question." Xie Yuchen suppressed the nameless anger in his heart and said, word by word, "You don't have to force yourself on me, and I won't be unhappy. But before that, I want to take a shower first; I'm too dirty."

Does this mean you've agreed?

Shen Mingchao nodded vigorously, because she needed it too.

The space includes a newly built bathroom with regularly stored water and a full range of toiletries.

A hazy mist gradually filled the room.

As the water in the bathtub gradually cooled, his head, which had been spinning with anger, regained its composure.

Xie Yuchen let out a long sigh.

Shen Mingchao was clearly not in a good state of mind. Was his half-hearted resistance considered taking advantage of someone in distress?

He gave a self-deprecating laugh.

How old are you? Just two words and you're so defensive, you hurriedly changed your words, afraid that you'd be out the door any second.

"well--"

A second sigh.

The decision he made on impulse deviated somewhat from his original intentions. When it comes to relationships, he is a very traditional and steady person.

Acquaintance—liking—dating—marriage—a natural progression.

Now all these steps are skipped.

"well--"

After sighing three times, Xie Yuchen raised his hand to rub his temples, his eyes becoming increasingly determined.

Since he had agreed, he wouldn't go back on his word. It's just that things were progressing a little too quickly, not because he didn't like it.

The water had gone completely cold.

Xie Yuchen stood up, dried himself off, put on a white bathrobe, took a deep breath, composed himself, and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a huge bouquet of flowers rushed towards him, countless red roses filling his vision.

"This is for you."

A smiling face appeared behind the bouquet. Shen Mingchao's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Do you like it?"

Should I send him flowers?

The rich, intense floral fragrance wafted in with the opening of the door, and Xie Yuchen's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Why did you suddenly send me flowers?" he asked.

Shen Mingchao's upturned lips drooped, and his voice was very low: "You went in to wash for a long time, and I could hear you sighing inside. I thought you regretted it."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuchen's heart sank little by little.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Xie Yuchen smiled slightly, took the bouquet, and quickly placed it on the table next to him. The large bouquet was a bit in the way between them.

He then pulled the person directly in front of him, and amidst the rich scent of roses, he closed his eyes and leaned over.

Who can we blame for the current situation?

He couldn't resist the temptation and insisted on stepping in.

Then let's just keep sinking deeper into despair.

After living a respectable life for so many years, it seems like a good experience to occasionally go against the grain.