87: Heavy Rain Interlude

The night was like thick ink, completely spilled out, swallowing the last trace of daylight.

The sky, which had been clear during the day, had gathered heavy, dark clouds at some point, pressing down very low.

The air was sultry and thick like water-soaked cotton, making it hard to breathe.

On the distant horizon, pale lightning snakes occasionally tore through the heavy clouds, accompanied by dull, rumbling thunder that seemed to come from the depths of the earth, approaching from afar, each sound louder than the last.

"Quick, there is a forest ahead! Find a sheltered spot to set up camp! This rain is coming!"

Instructor Ruo Lin's voice, usually clear and gentle, now carried a hint of anxiety from the front of the caravan.

Her gentleness was gone, replaced by decisive command in the face of danger.

Rumble—!

As if to confirm her words, a thick bolt of lightning, like the battle-axe of a giant god, struck fiercely against a nearby ridge, instantly illuminating the World in a pale white light.

Immediately after, a deafening thunderclap exploded overhead.

Raindrops as big as beans, carrying a cold, seemingly millennia-accumulated power, poured down violently like a burst heavenly river.

Whoosh—!

Dense raindrops pelted the carriage roofs, leaves, and the ground, creating a deafening roar, instantly submerging the entire World in a violent curtain of water.

Vision was completely blurred, the road became muddy, and the Thick-skinned Horned Cattle let out uneasy low growls.

The caravan struggled to a halt near a sparse forest close to a mountain wall, a relatively sheltered spot.

Everyone braved the torrential rain, scrambling to set up simple tents.

The rainwater was bone-chillingly cold and quickly soaked through their outer garments.

"Junior Brother Yu Han, hurry inside!"

Xue Mei Senior Apprentice's cold, clear voice pierced through the rain curtain.

She was the fastest, having already set up a relatively thick two-person tent, and lifted a corner of the tent flap, calling out to Mo Yuhan who was still in the rain.

Her moon-white casual clothes were already soaked through, clinging to her body, outlining her slender yet powerful waist and undulating curves.

Her ice-blue long hair stuck wetly to her cheeks and neck, adding a touch of fragile Charm to her cold, clear features.

"Coming, Xue Mei Senior Apprentice!"

Mo Yuhan wiped the rainwater from his face, his small body shivering from the rain, and ran quickly toward Xue Mei's tent.

"Wait for me! Little Han Han! Sister will be with you!"

Lin Fei's voice followed closely.

She ignored her own goose-yellow training outfit, which was also soaked through, revealing her exquisite curves.

Carrying a small waterproof package, she chased after them like an agile rabbit, stumbling through the mud, completely unconcerned about the mud splattered on her fair calves.

Her goal was only one—to squeeze into Mo Yuhan's tent.

Xue Mei frowned, just about to open her mouth to stop her.

"Xue Mei, Lin Fei!"

Instructor Ruo Lin's voice, filled with unquestionable authority, rang out in the rain, "The rain is too heavy, the situation is special, the three of you squeeze into one tent.

There aren't enough other tents! Get inside quickly! Don't catch a cold!"

Her tone carried obvious concern, and also a hint of helplessness.

This sudden rainstorm disrupted all plans, and everything had to be simplified.

Xue Mei's words of protest were blocked.

Looking at the soaked Mo Yuhan, she finally pressed her lips together and stepped aside.

Lin Fei cheered, slipped inside like a loach, and didn't forget to glance back at Xue Mei triumphantly.

The tent flap fell, isolating the violent rain and thunder outside, but the air inside instantly became incomparably cramped and... sultry.

This was a standard two-person camping tent; the space was barely enough for two adults, but squeezing in three people, especially when one was a half-grown teenager, made the space immediately inadequate.

Mo Yuhan was squeezed in the middle, with the icy, soaked Xue Mei on his left, and the scorching, also soaked Lin Fei on his right.

The tent was filled with the scents of rain and mud, mixed with the rich, lingering fragrance and warm scent of the girls, intensified by the steam.

Xue Mei quickly took out a dry, thick towel from her package and handed it to Mo Yuhan without a word: "Dry yourself."

Her voice remained cold and clear, but her movements carried an irresistible concern.

Mo Yuhan took the towel, which carried the unique cold fragrance of Xue Mei, whispered his thanks, and clumsily wiped the rainwater from his hair and face.

"Oh, Little Han Han, you can't dry your back by yourself! Sister will help you!"

Lin Fei immediately leaned over, took out her own dry towel, and without a word, began dabbing at Mo Yuhan's back neck and back.

Her movements were enthusiastic yet slightly clumsy, and her body inevitably pressed tightly against Mo Yuhan.

Under the soaked goose-yellow fabric, those full and elastic soft curves clearly transmitted a warm sense of pressure, and her arms occasionally brushed against Mo Yuhan's arms, bringing waves of strange tingling.

The sweet, warm fragrance on her, mixed with the freshness of the rain, became even richer and more alluring, drilling straight into Mo Yuhan's nose.

"No need, Senior Sister Lin Fei, I can do it myself..."

Mo Yuhan's body stiffened.

Between the towel and cold aura from Xue Mei, and the enthusiastic "service" and scorching body contact from Lin Fei, he felt like he was being roasted between ice and fire.

"Lin Fei, stop."

Xue Mei's voice was like ice beads falling on a jade plate, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

She reached out, not to push Lin Fei, but to directly grasp Mo Yuhan's wrist, gently pulling him toward her side.

A stream of cold Dou Qi silently flowed from her fingertips into Mo Yuhan's body, dispelling the slight trembling caused by cold and tension, and skillfully pulling him a distance away from Lin Fei's "encirclement".

Mo Yuhan felt a coolness on his wrist, and a stream of comforting, stable cool energy surged in, dispelling the cold and a bit of the sultriness.

But immediately after, his back gently bumped into Xue Mei's also-soaked body.

Unlike Lin Fei's warm and full body, Xue Mei's body carried a cold resilience and firmness.

Under the soaked moon-white clothing, one could clearly feel the lines of her shoulder blades and the curve of her slender waist.

That cold touch, mixed with her cold fragrance like pine needles after snow, raced through his spine like an electric current, bringing a completely different yet equally heart-racing stimulation.

"Ice Cube Xue! What are you doing!"

Lin Fei lunged into empty air, her towel wiping only the air, and was instantly infuriated.

The tent space was too small, so she didn't dare to move too much, and could only glare at Xue Mei, her chest heaving even more noticeably because of Life Qi, creating thrilling waves under her soaked clothes.

"What's wrong with me drying Little Han Han? Look, he's shivering from the cold!"

"Junior Brother Yu Han needs rest, you are too noisy."

Xue Mei responded coldly, her fingers gripping Mo Yuhan's wrist tightening slightly, conveying a silent protection.

Her other hand picked up another dry towel and began meticulously and gently wiping Mo Yuhan's dripping hair.

Her movements carried a cold tenderness, her fingertips occasionally brushing inadvertently against his ear and neck, bringing a subtle, feather-like tickling sensation.

Mo Yuhan was caught in the middle, not daring to move.

On his left was the cold aura and cool, soft touch of Xue Mei; on his right was the scorching gaze and rich, warm fragrance of Lin Fei.

In the cramped space, two completely different yet highly impactful feminine auras tightly enveloped him, every breath seemingly carrying a kind of dizzying magic.

He could clearly feel the firm and elastic soft pressure against his back shoulder as Senior Sister Xue Mei leaned slightly forward while wiping his hair.

He could also feel the scorching breath of Senior Sister Lin Fei next to him, caused by her anger, almost spraying onto his face.

His small face was burning hot, his heartbeat like a wild horse off its leash, crashing crazily in his chest, almost drowning out the rumbling thunder and rain outside the tent.

What made him even more embarrassed was that the space inside the tent was truly too small.

He could only sit with his legs bent.