99: Only sleeper berths are available, so we'll have to squeeze in.

"Where are you going?"

The rough, loud inquiry, accompanied by a heavy diesel smell, dragged Wang Fugui back to reality from a strange state of excitement.

He looked down: Chen Yun, whom he held with his left hand, had a warm, soft palm; Lin Xiaocao, whom he held with his right hand, had a cold little hand that was still trembling slightly.

Both women chose to follow him.

A burning sense of responsibility rose from his chest, overriding all lingering fear from the recent fight.

Before he could open his mouth to answer, Chen Yun beside him had already released his hand and stepped forward.

Facing the fleshy face in the driver's cab, her expression showed no sign of the frantic escape; instead, it held a perfectly measured mix of anxiety and vulnerability.

"Master, are you going to Shenzhen? Is it on your way? We had an emergency at home and need to rush back for a funeral. Could you do us a favor and take us along?"

As she spoke, she quickly pulled a wad of cash from her shoulder bag—it was her entire savings of over three thousand yuan. She peeled off a thick stack, estimating it to be at least five hundred yuan, and handed it directly through the car window.

"This is the fare. We'll add more if it's not enough!"

In 2002, five hundred yuan was an absolute fortune for a long-haul truck driver.

The driver, who was called Lao Zhang, instantly stared wide-eyed.

His gaze first landed on the stack of red banknotes, then greedily slid toward Chen Yun's face, which was still beautiful under the moonlight. He then looked past her and saw Lin Xiaocao behind, who, despite keeping her head down, possessed an astonishingly graceful figure.

Two absolute stunners.

One mature and charming, the other pure and lovely.

Although both were wearing drab work uniforms, they couldn't hide their extraordinary beauty.

Lao Zhang's Adam's apple bobbed, and the fat on his face bunched up into a lewd smile.

"A funeral, huh? You better hurry then. Get in, it's right on my way."

He snatched the five hundred yuan, then pushed open the door and enthusiastically reached out, intending to help Chen Yun by the arm.

"Little sister, come on, slowly now, let me give you a hand."

That dirty hand, covered in grease and calluses, was about to touch Chen Yun's fair arm.

At that exact moment, a dark shadow interposed itself between the two.

Wang Fugui stepped forward, his tall frame completely blocking Lao Zhang's line of sight.

He didn't look at Lao Zhang; he simply reached out naturally and grabbed the solid steel pipe handrail fixed next to the cab door, seemingly just to steady himself so Chen Yun and the others could climb up first.

"Krrk~ Squeak~"

A grating sound of twisting metal was clearly audible by the quiet national highway.

The smile froze on Lao Zhang's face.

He watched in disbelief as the steel pipe handrail—welded to the door and thicker than his wrist—visibly dented under the casual grip of Wang Fugui's large hand, bending inward into a terrifying arc.

What the hell kind of hand is that? It must be a hydraulic clamp!

Only then did Wang Fugui turn his head, looking calmly at the driver with his clear, honest eyes.

"Master, my wife and little sister are shy around strangers."

His tone was still the simple sincerity of a country bumpkin, but the words sent a shiver down Lao Zhang's spine, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

That wasn't a warning, but a statement.

A statement of fact, just like how he had bent the steel pipe—a calm and absolute display of power.

Lao Zhang felt as if he was being stared down by a beast that had just finished feeding; the creature had only given him a lazy glance, yet it sent chills deep into his bones.

"F-fine... fine, of course."

Lao Zhang's tongue was tied. He hastily retracted the hand suspended in mid-air, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Brother, you're really strong, haha. Please... please get in quickly."

Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao also saw the deformed handrail. They exchanged glances, seeing relief and a trace of small pride in each other's reactions.

It felt so good to have him there.

The three of them climbed into the tall driver's cab one after another.

But a new problem immediately arose.

The entire cab, aside from the driver's seat, only had an extremely narrow sleeper berth behind it.

Half of the berth was taken up by various clutter. The remaining space was probably less than eighty centimeters wide—too cramped for even one adult to lie down comfortably, let alone squeeze in all three of them.

Lao Zhang shrank his neck, not daring to harbor any improper thoughts, and stammered an explanation.

"Well... Brother, these are the only conditions my truck has. Usually, it's just me. You guys... will have to squeeze into the sleeper berth in the back."

Chen Yun glanced at the cramped space, then at Wang Fugui's massive physique, and made a swift decision.

"Fugui, you're the biggest, so sleep on the very inside, pressed against the compartment."

Wang Fugui nodded and climbed in first. His frame was too wide, so he had to lie on his side, his back pressed tightly against the cold, slightly vibrating metal sheet of the compartment.

Next was Chen Yun.

She also turned onto her side, facing away from Wang Fugui, and lay down right next to him.

Finally, Lin Xiaocao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately had to blush and squeeze in on her side, facing Chen Yun's back.

The three of them, on this tiny sleeper berth, became a veritable meat sandwich.

Wang Fugui was on the innermost side, his chest pressed tightly against Chen Yun's soft back.

Lin Xiaocao was on the outermost side, her front pressed tightly against Chen Yun's other side (back).

And Chen Yun was sandwiched in the middle.

In an instant, the narrow space was filled with a complex mixture of scents.

The roar of the truck engine, the heavy diesel smell, the sour, stale odor of the long-unwashed sleeper bedding, and... the hot, overbearing masculine scent emanating from Wang Fugui.

As the truck started moving, the cab began to bump, making the close physical contact even more unavoidable.

Wang Fugui's body, a massive heat source, continuously radiated astonishing heat through the thin layers of clothing.

Chen Yun felt as if her back was pressed against a hot iron; the heat permeated the fabric, causing the blood throughout her body to flow faster.

And Lin Xiaocao, though separated by Chen Yun, could clearly sense the heat wave, as well as the unique scent in the air that made her legs feel weak.

Driver Lao Zhang drove while secretly glancing into the rearview mirror.

The light in the sleeper berth was dim, and nothing was clearly visible.

But he could smell that scent.

A strong hormonal scent that made any man's heart race and blood boil filled the entire cab oppressively.

Jealous and fearful, he could only grumble sourly.

"This Silly Big Guy, his luck with women is damn good!"

In the darkness, none of the three people in the berth spoke.

The bumpy motion of the truck became the sole catalyst.

Every vibration brought a deeper squeeze and friction.

Chen Yun could clearly feel the outline of Wang Fugui's solid chest, and could even feel his steady, powerful heartbeat, thump after thump, transmitted through her back to her own heart.

An imperceptible blush rose on her face, the darkness providing her with perfect cover.

She suddenly felt that this kind of escape didn't seem so bad after all.

She deliberately shifted her body backward, allowing her softness to embed deeper into his solidity, then brought her lips close to Wang Fugui's ear, exhaling a breath like orchids.

Her voice was extremely low, carrying a hint of seduction that only he could hear.

"Little brother, is it cramped?"

"Or... should your big sister sit on top of you?"

The warm breath on Wang Fugui's earlobe made his body stiffen.

His mind buzzed, and before he could react to those provocative words—

"Screech~ Squeak!"

A piercing sound of sudden braking rang out!

Lao Zhang seemed to be avoiding something in the road and slammed the brake pedal all the way down.

Huge inertia instantly struck.

The three people in the berth were thrown forward uncontrollably, and due to the narrow space, they were heavily pressed against one another.

"Mmm~"

A soft moan, heavily suppressed yet carrying a strange tremor, escaped Lin Xiaocao's lips.

This sound was particularly jarring inside the roaring cab late at night.