698: Chapter 687: Bitten 698: Chapter 687: Bitten Song Yun was the first to enter the tent; then, feeling utterly disheartened, he laid his sleeping bag on the ground, crawled inside, and immediately zipped it up.
“Ah,” Song Yun sighed deeply, feeling a surge of gloom.
He decided that, from now on, he would never bring women he knew on outings because it just spoiled all the fun.
He believed that if there had been a different group of people that night, everyone would have probably ended up sleeping together!
If they really had slept together, he could have casually touched here and there in the middle of the night.
Moreover, Song Yun’s sleepwalking condition, which hadn’t occurred in years, might have acted up; if he did something then, he could easily excuse himself.
Looking at the sleeping bag in front of him, Song Yun found himself completely out of ideas.
Not long after Song Yun entered the tent, the other girls also came in, each with a sleeping bag that was much cuter than Song Yun’s.
The group of women quickly decided on their sleeping arrangements and settled into their sleeping bags.
“It’s pretty warm,” Xiao Qing said, sticking her head out of her sleeping bag.
“Of course, there’s fleece lining inside; they say it can even withstand a trip to the snowy mountains!” Li Shishi added.
“Phew, I’m exhausted.
Tonight, I really need a good sleep,” Liu Ran said, glanced at Song Yun, and asked, “Brother Song, what time do we need to wake up tomorrow?”
“Four in the morning, then we head straight to the peak to watch the sunrise,” Song Yun replied from inside his sleeping bag.
“Oh, make sure you remember to wake us up, then.
Good night!” Liu Ran ducked her head back into her sleeping bag.
Song Yuxue slept to the left of Song Yun, and Li Shishi to his right.
Qingluan was by the entrance of the tent, which would allow her to react swiftly in case anything happened.
Since there was no thrilling activity that night, Song Yun was not in the mood to flirt with any of the women.
He relaxed his breath and gradually fell asleep.
He didn’t know how long he had been asleep when suddenly he felt someone touch him.
Startled, Song Yun quickly and cautiously opened a small part of his sleeping bag to see Li Shishi looking at him with an embarrassed expression.
Everyone else was asleep; only the campfire outside was still blazing fiercely.
“What’s going on?” Song Yun whispered, wondering if Li Shishi, in a nocturnal spring fever, was planning to share his sleeping bag.
Then he heard Li Shishi say, “Um, Song Yun, could you help me with something?”
“What do you need?
Are you feeling cold?
I can warm up your sleeping bag; no problem,” Song Yun replied.
“No need for that; the sleeping bag is very warm, but…
but, I might have drunk too much water tonight, and I need to use the restroom.
It’s too dark outside…
I’m scared.
Could you come with me?”
“What?
Accompany…
accompany you to the restroom?” Song Yun widened his eyes, nearly exclaiming aloud.
Li Shishi hesitantly said, “Just…
just step out for a moment with me.
If someone is standing outside, I’ll feel braver.
The most important thing is, if you are there, no demons or ghosts will dare come near!”
“Are you saying I have a righteous presence?” Song Yun said loftily.
“No, no, no, you ward off evil.”
“Alright then, go by yourself.” Song Yun’s pride was hurt, and he shrank back into his sleeping bag, planning to sleep.
However, Li Shishi grabbed his sleeping bag and shook it persistently.
“Song Yun, just accompany me, please.
Otherwise, some wild animal might snatch me away, and then you wouldn’t see me again.
Or what if some pervert comes out in the middle of the night and does something to me?
You would be at a loss, right?” Li Shishi pleaded pitifully.
Song Yun sighed, ultimately feeling that he was a kind person, so it was up to him to accompany her to the restroom.
“It’s freezing cold, really,” Song Yun muttered in a low voice, standing up.
“Hehe, thank you, Song Yun,” Li Shishi said with a smile as she walked out of the tent, and Song Yun followed.
“Just find a spot not too far from me,” Song Yun said casually, taking a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up as the cold wind of the mountaintop blew.
He huddled his neck and muttered a curse about the freezing weather.
After searching for a while, Li Shishi finally found a dark corner and walked into it, then said, “Song Yun, stay close, I’m scared.”
“Okay,” Song Yun, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked to a spot about ten meters away from Li Shishi.
She was in a small thicket, out of sight from the outside—of course, if Song Yun really wanted to, he could have still seen something.
But being a decent man, who only occasionally indulged in harmless peeping, he would never stoop to spying on someone using the restroom.
Women usually took longer in the restroom than men.
Men just needed to unzip and reach, whereas women had to do a bit more, which naturally took more time.
Song Yun had smoked quite a few drags of his cigarette when finally, from the thicket, there came the sound of pants being pulled up.
Just when Song Yun thought he could return to sleep, a sudden scream from Li Shishi pierced the air.
“Ah!”
Song Yun’s muscles tensed instantly, ready to rush towards Li Shishi, but then he saw her, looking panicked, pulling up her pants as she ran towards him.
Of course, she was just pulling up her outer trousers; her pink underwear was still on.
Song Yun wasn’t really in the mood to notice that and asked with concern, “What happened?”
“I think something bit my butt just now!” Li Shishi pulled up her pants fully but kept touching her buttocks with a very strange look on her face.
“It might have been a mosquito,” Song Yun said offhandedly, secretly envious of whatever had bitten Li Shishi’s bouncy buttocks, a place he hadn’t often touched.
“Really just a mosquito?” Li Shishi worriedly said.
“But it’s so cold, where would a mosquito come from?”
“Ah, anything is possible in the mountains; don’t worry.
If you’re really scared, I’ll dab some mosquito repellent on you,” Song Yun offered.
“Let’s not,” Li Shishi firmly shook her head, “Let’s just go to sleep.”
“Alright, fine,” Song Yun replied, extinguishing the unfinished cigarette and putting it back in his pocket before heading back to the tent.
However, not long after they started walking, Li Shishi stopped, visibly uncomfortable, and frequently touched her buttocks.
“What’s wrong?” Song Yun asked with concern.
“It itches.
And it hurts a bit,” Li Shishi said, frowning, “Maybe it really was a mosquito bite.
Ah, it’s so itchy!”