"They?" Tu Ya looked puzzled, and Hulan was also full of confusion.
"Why did they suddenly leave? No, I mean, what are they trying to do?"
Hong Xiangjun coughed, "Let’s just rest here for tonight!" She glanced toward the dune ahead, but the figures were no longer visible.
She had a clear understanding of the situation, but chose not to speak the truth.
After all, ever since they had left the Golden Triangle, the activities between the two of them were hardly a secret to her.
Moreover, Hong Xiangjun knew a fair amount about women’s private affairs; even though she was still untouched herself, she was not lacking in knowledge.
Tu Ya tilted her head in thought, then suddenly exclaimed with an "Ah!"
As the daughter of the Tribal Leader, having been involved with more than a dozen men in the Kechar tribe, Tu Ya’s feelings were becoming increasingly complex.
"Haoming, hurry, ah—!!"
Since entering the desert, Dong Huiying’s addiction seemed to have waned significantly.
She had heard from Yun Ge that a woman’s addiction is time-sensitive.
It could last as little as a few months or as long as several years, and there were even a few cases where some reportedly could never get over their addiction for a lifetime.
This was a characteristic of Dayuan women; once they started indulging, it was hard to put the brakes on.
But these past days, she thought her addiction had ended, only to realize it was a suspended death sentence, merely postponed.
After several days of no incidents, she was suddenly overwhelmed with desire, and not just Liang Haoming was struggling to cope, even she found it hard to endure.
So, when they left, it was Haoming who carried her, but when they returned, it was her, with her small body, carrying back a completely drained Haoming.
He felt as if his body had been hollowed out.
His little wife was both distressed and guilty, Haoming’s plump bird was now completely wilted; had she really gone too far this time?
She wiped Liang Haoming’s face, feeling extremely guilty inside.
That day, as they resumed their journey, she and Liang Haoming shared a camel, and she intermittently fed him water and offered him some sweet preserves.
Tu Ya watched all this, feeling quite mixed emotions, but after hesitating, she suddenly called out to her, "Hey, Little Flay!"
Tu Ya reluctantly said, "Have you never been to the Desert before?"
Dong Huiying was completely baffled, "What difference does it make if I have or haven’t?"
"You’re not acclimated!"
Tu Ya glared at her sullenly, snorted coldly, and decided she didn’t want to deal with her anymore. The sight of a rival in love made her blood boil; reminding her was already nicer than she needed to be.
So that night, Dong Huiying thought she had gotten over her problems, but after coaxing Liang Haoming to sleep, disaster struck!
Curled up, her small hands grasping the sand, although the night breeze was cutting like a knife, chilling to the bone, she was covered in a hot sweat, drenched as though in a downpour.
Hong Xiangjun felt a bit of pity, "Do you need..." Before she could finish, she saw the young girl shake her head, struggling to say, "Don’t, don’t wake him up."
He was utterly exhausted; she didn’t want to trouble him any further, and she was also belatedly aware of what Tu Ya’s "not acclimated" comment meant.
This thing, this aspect, this sort of matter, even has to do with acclimatization???
Exactly how big is the gap between her and the women of Dayuan?