63: Chapter 63 Tong Liya's Late-Night Teasing

The Divas Hit the Road Group had been assigned standard double tents.

Since they were labeled as double tents, it should theoretically be no problem for two people to sleep in them.

But the physical differences between people vary greatly.

Two slim girls weighing less than a hundred jin and two burly men totaling nearly four hundred jin occupy vastly different amounts of space.

Among the eight members, the four women—Song Dandan, Song Zuer, Nazha, and Shishi—need not even be mentioned.

Each of them has a slim waist and long legs; not only is it not crowded for two people to squeeze into one tent, but there is still plenty of room left in between.

Although Lin Chen has a broad frame, Tong Liya beside him is a slender beauty who weighs just over ninety jin.

The two of them could stretch out completely while lying flat.

The problem lay with Lei Jiayin and Yue Yunpeng.

Lei Jiayin is a tall man over 1.8 meters, weighing over 160 jin.

Yue Yunpeng doesn't look tall, but he is stocky, pushing 180 jin.

Two pure, burly men squeezed into such a narrow tent, they couldn't even turn over without chafing their skin, let alone how stifling it was.

"This crappy tent is too crowded, I can't sleep at all! It's driving me crazy!"

Yue Yunpeng's miserable, broken-down wail followed immediately from outside.

Lin Chen poked his head out and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You two big idiots, can't you just stack yourselves like an Arhat to sleep!"

"Hahaha!"

The tents of the surrounding actresses erupted with wanton, giggling laughter that nearly blew the roofs off.

"Get lost!"

Lei Jiayin and Yue Yunpeng roared at Lin Chen in unison.

Song Dandan's voice followed immediately: "Little brothers and sisters, stop making a racket. We have to get up early tomorrow to hit the road."

"Hurry up and get back to sleep!"

Inside the tent, Tong Liya coquettishly extended her snow-white, jade-like arm and pulled Lin Chen back in.

The laughter and noise subsided, and the vast grassland fell into complete silence once again.

Lin Chen and Tong Liya were lying side by side.

The temperature inside the tent was just right, and the two of them had only casually draped a thin quilt over their lower abdomens.

Whether it was on purpose or in her sleep, Tong Liya stretched one of her snow-white, smooth, and long legs directly across him.

Her crystal-clear toes slid along Lin Chen's pant leg, all the way down to his calf, rubbing gently.

After a while, Lin Chen turned over and moved his leg away.

Yet, not even ten seconds later, Tong Liya's soft, white foot stuck back onto him as if it had eyes.

This time, it seemed to carry a bit of temper, deliberately applying extra force to press down.

Now the mystery was solved; this was definitely not some accidental touch while asleep.

Lin Chen couldn't be bothered to dodge anymore.

He simply turned onto his side, facing away from her.

If he moved any further forward, he would roll out of the tent and sleep on the grass.

The wilderness in the dead of night was unusually quiet.

Except for the whistling wind and the occasional chirping of insects, there was no other noise.

For someone accustomed to the car horns of the city, arriving here suddenly, the silence felt almost unsettling.

"Hey!"

Tong Liya turned over, her soft little hand poking the tender flesh on Lin Chen's lower back twice.

"Hmm?"

"Are you asleep yet?"

Lin Chen answered with his eyes closed: "That's a stupid question. Or are you talking to a corpse?"

Tong Liya's beautiful red lips couldn't help but curl upward, but she immediately straightened her pretty face and poked him several times with more force: "I can't sleep, keep me company and chat!"

Lin Chen was speechless: "Aren't you tired after driving all day?"

"Not tired, I slept enough on the road."

"My lady, you were snoring in the passenger seat, and I was the one doing all the steering."

"Oh, just chat for ten minutes, please!"

Lin Chen closed his mouth directly, using a steady, light snoring sound as his ultimate response.

Tong Liya huffed in anger: "Fine! From now on, let's ignore each other!"

She turned over angrily, grabbed the corner of Lin Chen's quilt, and pulled hard.

The quilt on Lin Chen was instantly yanked entirely onto her own body.

Lin Chen frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing!"

This top-tier beauty was quite the expert at 'driving'—she was so suggestive that even an old hand like Lin Chen almost threw his back out.

Lin Chen turned around and stared at her: "Do you know what price you'll pay for provoking a normal man in the middle of the night?"

"Hoo—hoo—"

This time it was Tong Liya's turn to play deaf and dumb, pretending to snore.

Lin Chen didn't waste any more words; with a wave of his large hand, he grabbed the quilt and yanked it back violently.

Not only did he snatch his quilt back, but he also pulled Tong Liya, who was wrapped inside it, underneath him.

Tong Liya let out a delicate cry and immediately launched a counterattack with both hands and feet.

Unfortunately, in front of Lin Chen, who possessed Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation, her strength was no different from a kitten scratching.

Not only did she fail to grab the quilt back, but she ended up rolling into Lin Chen's arms, quilt and all.

"Give the quilt back to me!"

Tong Liya had half her delicate body pressed directly onto Lin Chen, her long legs kicking wildly while her hands tore at him desperately.

The two towering, full, snow-white soft mounds on her chest were pressed without reservation against Lin Chen's solid pectoral muscles, squeezed into an astonishingly large, soft shape.

The two of them rolled and struggled in the tent for over a minute, but their movements froze simultaneously as if struck by electricity.

Because in the midst of the intense twisting, Tong Liya clearly felt that her snow-white inner thigh was being firmly pressed against by something.

As for what that fatal thing was, both adults knew perfectly well in their hearts.

Lin Chen honestly loosened his grip and returned the quilt.

Tong Liya instantly became well-behaved.

She pulled the quilt over with a flushed face, wrapped herself up tightly like an ostrich, and curled into the corner, desperately pretending to be dead.

The tent returned to silence.

Only, the air was filled with an indescribable thickness and heat.

In the second half of the night, a fierce wind suddenly blew across the vast grassland, and the temperature plummeted drastically.

The temperature difference on the grassland is just that bizarre; it's hot enough to cook an egg during the day, and cold enough to freeze a dog to death at night.

Lin Chen, possessing Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation, had always had top-tier sleep quality.

He could fall asleep in a second, but his senses were sharp to the extreme; not even the rustle of leaves could escape him.

He was awakened by a suppressed, painful groan.

The sound came from behind him.

Lin Chen turned over to look and saw Tong Liya curled into a ball, huddled tightly under the quilt.

Only a large portion of her long, black hair was exposed, scattered on the pillow, which looked a bit eerie.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Chen asked in a low voice.

"Nothing..."

A weak response came from under the quilt, filled with suppressed pain.

Lin Chen's brows furrowed slightly: "Is your period here?"

Tong Liya's breathing hitched.

After a few seconds, she poked her sweaty little head out from under the quilt; her beautiful face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were very embarrassed: "How... how did you guess that?"

"I smelled the scent of blood."

Tong Liya looked at him with an expression as if she had seen a ghost: "Are you part dog? How can it be that exaggerated!"

Lin Chen couldn't be bothered to explain and simply stretched and sat up: "Lie flat."

"Huh?"

"I said lie flat."

Lin Chen's tone was unquestionable; his large hand pressed onto her smooth, fragrant shoulder, forcefully flipping her over to lie flat on the moisture-proof mat.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Chen didn't say a word.

His broad, hot palm reached directly under the quilt, lifted the hem of her short-sleeved shirt, and pressed firmly against her smooth, firm, white lower abdomen.

Tong Liya's whole body stiffened as if struck by electricity, and an unprecedented panic and heat instantly swept through her heart.

He... what does he want to do?

A man and a woman alone in a room, does he want to force himself on her?

But, this girl's 'aunt' just arrived!

Does he not mind the mess of a 'bloody battle'?

No, no!

Now is not the time to worry about whether it's clean or not!

If this jerk insists on being forceful... should I scream for help at the top of my lungs? Or should I close my eyes and just go with the flow and submit to him?