82: Four women in a carriage

“Yu Han, your talent is truly remarkable,” Xue Ni said, leaning close to Mo Yuhan. Her pretty face was almost pressed against his, and her brown eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she were examining a rare treasure.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, this little face is so tender it could drip water, and these eyes are like black gems. Yu’er, your judgment is truly sharp; such a treasure is from Wutan City, just like you.”

As she spoke, she actually reached out a finger, pretending to pinch Mo Yuhan’s cheek.

“Xue Ni, stop it!”

Xiao Yu was quick, swatting away Xue Ni’s “demonic claw” and glaring at her reproachfully. “Yu Han is still young; don’t scare him!”

She then pulled Mo Yuhan closer to herself, separating him from Xue Ni’s overly enthusiastic “assault.”

“Oh my, oh my, she’s protecting him!”

Xue Ni exclaimed exaggeratedly, her gaze ambiguously shifting between Xiao Yu and Mo Yuhan, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Are you already protecting your ‘little husband’?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Yu’er, Yu’er, I always thought you were so heroic, but I didn’t expect you to be into this? Do you like raising little brothers?”

She deliberately emphasized the words “little husband,” her voice not loud, but clear enough for everyone in the carriage to hear.

Boom!

Xiao Yu’s face instantly turned bright red.

Her temper was naturally fiery, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She suddenly stood up: “Xue Ni! If you talk nonsense again, I’ll tear your mouth off!”

She instinctively reached for the sword at her waist, only remembering she was in the carriage when her hand touched the hilt.

Mo Yuhan was so embarrassed he wished he could bury his head in the ground.

Truly, four women make a drama.

Lin Fei puffed out her cheeks in anger, glaring at Xue Ni: “Hey, you red-haired woman! What nonsense are you spouting! Little Han Han is mine!”

Although Xue Mei hadn’t opened her eyes, the chill emanating from her body clearly intensified, and a thin layer of white frost quietly condensed along the edge of the soft cushion beneath her.

“Oh my, oh my, it was just a joke! Why are you so agitated!”

Xue Ni showed no fear, instead laughing even harder. Her fiery eyes observed the embarrassed Xiao Yu and the shy Mo Yuhan with interest, especially Xiao Yu’s flushed earlobes and fluctuating chest, as if she had discovered something extremely amusing.

“However…”

She changed the subject, her eyes growing even more mischievous. “Yu’er, since we’re such good sisters, shouldn’t good things be shared? How about… we both marry this little genius? You can be the elder, and I’ll be the younger? He’s still young anyway, we can wait for him to grow up slowly!”

“Just imagine, a heroic swordswoman senior, and a hot-bodied… ahem… By then, he’ll have an arm around each of us. The little genius’s good fortune is still ahead!”

Xue Ni’s words grew increasingly outrageous, and she even exaggeratedly gestured her ample curves with both hands in front of her chest, her gaze suggestively darting between Mo Yuhan and Xiao Yu.

With these extremely explicit “wolfish words,” the air in the carriage seemed to freeze.

Xiao Yu trembled with rage, pointing at Xue Ni, her finger shaking: “You… you… Xue Ni! You pervert! I… I’ll fight you!”

She made to pounce.

Mo Yuhan, on the other hand, was completely numb, almost in a state of utter despair. He couldn’t comprehend such explicit adult jokes, feeling only a buzzing in his ears and his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest.

He instinctively recoiled behind Xiao Yu. Now he was truly between a rock and a hard place; besides Xiao Yu, who was relatively normal, almost everyone seemed to covet him.

He wished he could disappear immediately.

Lin Fei, however, bristled directly, like a little leopard guarding its food: “Red-haired woman! You wish! Little Han Han is mine! No one is allowed to steal him! And an arm around each? I’ll bite you to death!”

She bared her little fangs, flailing her arms at Xue Ni.

Xue Mei finally opened her eyes.

Her ice-blue pupils no longer held mere coldness, but a cold, almost tangible storm. She stared coldly at Xue Ni, her gaze so sharp it seemed to pierce the soul, causing the temperature in the carriage to plummet.

She said nothing, but the invisible pressure made even the still-joking Xue Ni feel a pang of trepidation.

“Ahem!”

Just as the chaos was about to erupt, Instructor Ruo Lin’s voice, tinged with helplessness and authority, came from the front. “Xue Ni! If you keep messing around, you’ll run alongside the carriage!”

Although separated by the carriage, the Instructor clearly knew this troublemaker’s habits intimately.

Xue Ni then stuck out her tongue, reining herself in a bit, but the mischievous smile on her face still hadn’t faded.

She looked at the embarrassed Xiao Yu, who was almost fuming, and Mo Yuhan, who wished he could shrink into a ball, then lowered her voice and winked at Xiao Yu, speaking at a volume only audible to those inside the carriage.

“Yu’er, why are you blushing? Did I hit a nerve? Last night in the tent… did something ‘good’ happen that I, your sister, don’t know about?”

She deliberately emphasized the word “good” with a suggestive tone.

Xiao Yu was mortified with shame and anger, glaring fiercely at Xue Ni but utterly helpless against her. She could only sit down, fuming and crossing her arms, but the blush on her ears lingered.

Last night, she had only passed by Mo Yuhan’s tent and overheard Lin Fei talking about a night raid.

A strange silence fell over the carriage, with only Xue Ni’s eyes, full of curiosity and playfulness, still darting between Mo Yuhan and Xiao Yu, as if brewing the next “storm.”

The caravan halted for rest beside a relatively scenic mountain stream to replenish their water supply.

Clear stream water gurgled, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled light.

Xiao Yu had already pulled Xue Ni back to her own carriage when they stopped.

Since Instructor Ruo Lin was busy with the allocation of registered students, and Xue Ni was too frivolous, Mo Yuhan, wanting to understand the specific situation of Canaan Academy, found Xiao Yu to be the most familiar person currently available.

Incidentally, he also wanted to temporarily escape the sweet atmosphere of Lin Fei in the carriage.

He walked to the carriage where Xiao Yu was, and just as he was about to lift the curtain, he heard suppressed but unmistakable giggles from inside, along with Xiao Yu’s chiding, tinged with embarrassment and annoyance.

“Xue Ni! Stop it! Take your hands off!”

“Hehe, Yu’er, your waist is so slender, you must have gotten it from sword practice, right? It feels so good to touch!”

“You… if you keep groping, I’ll get angry!”

“Oh, don’t be so petty! We’re sisters, who’s holding back from whom? Let me touch your long legs again… Tsk, tsk, the elasticity! Wouldn’t those stinky men drool if they saw this?”

“Xue Ni, you hussy, you big pervert, you’re asking for it!”

Mo Yuhan hesitated for a moment, then gently lifted a corner of the curtain.

The scene that met his eyes instantly froze him in place, and his little face flushed “whoosh” again.

Inside the carriage, Xiao Yu was being tightly embraced from behind by Xue Ni.

Xue Ni’s hands were extremely restless, wrapped around Xiao Yu’s slender yet powerful waist. One hand even slid along the smooth curve of her waist, down to Xiao Yu’s rounded, perky bottom, encased in tight trousers, and gave it a light squeeze.

Her chin rested on Xiao Yu’s shoulder, a mischievous smirk on her face, and her lips were almost pressed against Xiao Yu’s earlobe as she blew air.