Ye Che spread his mouth into a smile, matter-of-factly spouting nonsense: "I think Wen Qiyang has a point. What if their room isn't soundproof? In the dead of night, if we start hearing 'thuds and crashes, whimpers and moans, no no please no,' tell me, should we go cheer them on, or should we go cheer them on, or should we go cheer them on?"
Before his words finished, a whooshing sound flew by, like some sharp weapon passing close to the ear.
Ye Che quickly dodged with a turn of his head and upon regaining his composure, saw that Wen Qiyang had shot three Silver Needles from the ring on his index finger, which hit the tree trunk behind him.
Ye Che clicked his tongue twice, tilting his devilishly attractive eyes: "Oh wow, are we throwing a tantrum now?"
