The caravan slowly rolled out of the city gate, it wheels creaking under the weight of the goods it carried.
A line of wagons can be seen stretched along the dusty road, guarded by lightly armored men.
Inside one of the sturdier carriages near the front, Li Feng reclined comfortably on a cushioned seat, legs crossed, while he faint sway of the wheels rocking him in a relaxed rhythm.
Across from him sat Fen Ziyan, poised as always with her back straight, chin slightly lifted, and her arms crossed elegantly below her breasts.
Li Feng, of course, found those prominently propped-up breasts irresistible and keep staring at it.
"Senior Sister," he said smoothly, voice low and amused, "don't you think it's a bit dangerous for a man and a woman to share such a small carriage? Accidents can happen, you know."
Fen Ziyan's head tilted faintly. "Accidents?"
Li Feng smiled, leaning forward a little. "Yes. For example, if the carriage suddenly jolts, and I… accidentally fall onto you."
