Compared to the blindfold covering her eyes, it was the narrow carriage that truly irritated Number Zero.
The eccentric client remembered to have Number Zero and their group bathed and changed, yet forgot to arrange a spacious carriage.
The carriage was roughly only big enough for two ladies; still, Yijie was a fully-limbed man, and a rather large one at that.
Before boarding, considering ladies first, he let Number Zero get on first. Blindfolded and disoriented, Number Zero had barely settled down when a sudden thrust from a body pushed her into the corner of the carriage.
Number Zero complained miserably, but the coachman outside paid no mind to the sardine can that the interior had become. With the curtain dropped and the reins snapped, the hooves took off.
"Make some room," Number Zero rudely kicked at Yijie, whose rather rough hand caught her unruly feet securely.
"Do you smell the faint scent of flowers inside the carriage, along with the blindfold and the curtains?" Yijie hadn’t pulled down the blindfold; it seemed like a special technique was employed when it was tied earlier.
Not wanting to provoke unnecessary trouble meant keeping the other party unsuspecting. The blindfold across the eyes, the curtains, and the robes on them looked like ordinary fabric, but upon touch, it was as smooth as silk. In Babylon City, what kind of person would a woman so meticulous about her necessities be?
The smoothly riding carriage suddenly lurched, Yijie’s hand tightened, and Number Zero screamed, plunging into Yijie’s arms. Yijie was still speaking when this neither light nor heavy plunge came, and he instinctively used his remaining hand to brace Number Zero’s rushing body.
Through the clothing pressing against the skin, her ample curves directly pressed onto Yijie’s palm.
Yijie’s hand withdrew hastily, and just then it seemed the carriage had left the smooth main road for a broken path. The stones jolted the carriage, making the journey far bumpier, shaking the cabin violently.
Number Zero, unsteady, collided against Yijie’s chest again. Her hands flailing wildly, she finally found a point of support, clinging to it like a lifeline, immediately wrapping her arms around the unclear object ahead,
The person grunted softly. The cramped carriage now somehow felt spacious.
Number Zero was sitting entirely on Yijie’s lap, her arms around his neck, her head pushing his chin up high.
Yijie’s hand awkwardly rested a few centimeters away from Number Zero’s waistline. Even through the blindfold, he could clearly feel that Number Zero was thoroughly a woman.
Both were clouded with anxious energy, unsure what to say or do. In a moment, movements and words ceased, leaving only the continuation of their breathing.
Lu Xun, from birth until now, had only come into contact with a few members of the opposite sex. Besides his foster mother, "Ling" was the person he interacted with most from childhood, and "Ling" liked to stick to him, treating hugs and embraces as ordinary.
However, this did not give him such a strange sensation. His heart pounded harshly, and through the long robe, he could clearly feel Number Zero trembling. That sharp-tongued, calculating female soldier, was she scared?
Yijie felt a surge of mischief, not knowing why, he enjoyed seeing Number Zero hopping madly, cursing and swearing, with a flash of anger in her eyes.
Thinking this, he immediately acted, and Yijie’s hand hesitated no more, firmly grasping Number Zero’s waist. Where he touched felt surprisingly slender.
"You," Number Zero panicked, staring at Yijie who seemed monk-like, she might really believe he was a celibate monk. Starting with Simon, she disliked excessive physical intimacy with the opposite sex, and the previous trembling was not fear, but an instinctual physical reaction.
Yijie, seeing her tremble even more, grew even more pleased and burst into loud laughter. He forgot how close Number Zero was to him; as he laughed, his chin lowered, and his lips slid along Number Zero’s cheek, ending in something softer and warmer.
Number Zero stopped trembling, Yijie also ceased his laughter, separated by the blindfold, both looked towards one another.
Did he kiss her? Yijie’s mind exploded, and he hastily moved Number Zero off his legs and retreated to the corner. The softness of her lips still lingered on his. That instant, a tingly sensation rapidly spread through Yijie’s entire body from her lips.