81: Xueni's enthusiasm

The atmosphere inside the carriage was a little subtle.

Mo Yuhan sat by the window, eyes closed, seemingly resting, but in fact, he was silently circulating his Dou Qi to consolidate his cultivation.

Lin Fei had changed into a clean, goose-yellow gauze dress, with delicate lace adorning the neckline, making her collarbone appear even more exquisite.

The neckline was still perfectly opened, outlining a youthful and charming curve.

At this moment, she was idly twirling her reddish-brown hair with her fingers, but her lively apricot eyes seemed glued to Mo Yuhan, unblinking, filled with undisguised joy that was almost overflowing, and a certain restless urge.

Several times she tried to speak and find a topic, but was frozen back by the silent coldness emanating from Xue Mei.

Xue Mei, on the other hand, had changed into a moon-white, fitted casual outfit, her icy-blue long hair simply tied back, revealing her gracefully curved neck.

She closed her eyes, resting, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows on her fair, almost transparent cheeks; she was like a perfect ice sculpture, exuding a chill that kept others away.

Only when she occasionally opened her eyes, and her gaze seemingly inadvertently swept over Mo Yuhan, would a faint warm current flash across her ice-sealed blue eyes, like a quietly surging hot spring beneath an ice layer.

The carriage jolted slightly.

“Oh dear!”

Lin Fei seemed to have finally found an excuse, her body exaggeratedly leaned forward, and her small hand “naturally” reached towards Mo Yuhan’s hand resting on his knee, the target of her fingertips clearly his soft, pinchable face.

“Little Han Han, sit steady, don’t fall! Let big sister see, why is your little face so adorable…”

Her voice was cloyingly sweet, with a deliberate coyness.

However, just as her fingertips were about to touch that delicate skin—

Whoosh!

A subtle yet extremely sharp whooshing sound cut through the air!

It didn't come from Xue Mei’s hand, but from a wisp of icy Dou Qi that suddenly permeated around her!

That Dou Qi was like an invisible cold barrier, precisely blocking in front of Lin Fei’s wrist, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

Lin Fei’s hand recoiled abruptly as if pricked by an invisible ice needle, her fingertips instantly turning red.

She gasped, glaring at Xue Mei, both angry and annoyed: “Ice Block! What are you doing? I wasn’t going to eat Little Han Han, what’s wrong with touching him?”

Xue Mei slowly opened her eyes, her icy-blue pupils like polar glaciers, coldly sweeping over Lin Fei: “Yu Han needs quiet rest, stay away from him.”

Her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable decisiveness.

“You!”

Lin Fei puffed out her cheeks in anger, like a ruffled kitten, “What right do you have to control me! Little Han Han hasn’t even said anything!”

She looked at Mo Yuhan pitifully, “Little Han Han, look at her! She’s bullying me!”

Mo Yuhan looked at these two older sisters with a hint of bewildered confusion in his clear eyes.

He opened his mouth, just about to say something to ease the tension.

But his gaze was involuntarily drawn by the movement from the carriage door.

The carriage curtain was abruptly pulled open by a hand with vibrant red nail polish and exquisitely trimmed nails, bringing in a breeze mixed with sunlight and a faint scent of powder.

“Oh! Everyone’s here? This atmosphere… tsk tsk tsk, why does it feel a bit stuffy?”

A female voice, a bit lazy and teasing, yet full of vitality, rang out.

Following the voice, a tall, fiery figure squeezed in.

The newcomer wore a daringly cut, form-fitting fiery red outfit.

The fabric was like a second skin, perfectly outlining her breathtaking figure.

A waist so slender it seemed one could barely grasp it, connected upwards to a “luxurious” full bust, whose astonishing curve almost burst through the fabric, trembling slightly with her movements, full of explosive visual impact.

Below her waist were shapely, incredibly rounded buttocks, encased in tight red pants, creating blood-pumping, sexy waves with her every step.

On her pretty face, a brilliant yet somewhat mischievous smile hung.

A thick cascade of brown long hair was casually tied into a high ponytail, bouncing lively behind her head with her movements, adding a touch of wild Charm.

She was like a burning flame, instantly igniting the somewhat stagnant air inside the carriage.

It was Xue Ni, Xiao Yu’s good sister from Canaan Academy, who was accompanying the team for recruitment this time.

“Xue Ni, why did you come over here?”

A slightly lazy and helpless voice came from the carriage door.

The curtain was lifted by a well-defined, jade-like hand with calluses from sword practice, and Xiao Yu leaned in, seeing Xue Ni already inside the carriage.

She seemed to have just finished inspecting the convoy, with a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead from exertion, and a few strands of chestnut hair clinging to her cheek, adding a casual Charm to her heroic face.

“Yu’er, you come up and rest too.”

Xue Ni seemed unreserved, after all, the carriages belonged to Canaan Academy.

Mo Yuhan, due to his exceptional talent, was arranged in the best and most spacious carriage.

Xue Ni had always been someone who didn't shortchange herself.

Before Xiao Yu could refuse, she was pulled into the carriage by her good friend.

Immediately, her astonishingly long legs, encased in form-fitting blue trousers, were casually crossed, occupying a significant amount of space.

Xue Ni giggled: “Five people, just right. Yu Han, you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

After speaking, her gaze swept between Lin Fei’s pouting face and Xue Mei’s cold profile, finally landing on Mo Yuhan’s face, a knowing and slightly mischievous smile playing on her lips: “It seems Junior Sister Lin Fei wanted to tease our little genius again, and was protected by Junior Sister Xue Mei.”

Xue Ni naturally walked to the seat next to Mo Yuhan and sat down; a faint scent of sweat mixed with sunlight and grass wafted over, not unpleasant at all, but rather full of vibrant vitality.

Xue Ni’s arrival was like throwing a small stone into the carriage.

Lin Fei snorted and turned her head away, but didn't continue to bother him.

Xue Mei closed her eyes again, but her icy aura seemed to have receded slightly due to Xue Ni’s proximity.

Mo Yuhan quietly let out a sigh of relief.

The carriage temporarily returned to calm, with only the sound of rolling wheels and the occasional snort of the horned oxen.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yu sat uncomfortably for a while, her gaze fixed on Mo Yuhan’s hands, which remained on his knees.

Those hands were fair and clean, with well-proportioned knuckles; it was hard to imagine that these tender hands could unleash the terrifying Dou Qi of a Dou Master, and also precisely control flames to refine a second-grade medicinal pill.

Xiao Yu, who had been sitting next to Mo Yuhan and still seemed a bit uneasy, saw that Xue Ni showed no awkwardness, and a helpless yet relaxed smile appeared on her face.

Clearly, she was accustomed to her sister’s demeanor.

Xue Ni’s smiling eyes, like searchlights, quickly scanned the carriage.

They paused for a moment on Lin Fei’s face, which clearly showed vigilance and possessiveness, and then a flicker of admiration crossed them as they swept over Xue Mei’s cold and peerless profile.

Finally, her fiery gaze, filled with undisguised curiosity and scrutiny, like a tangible force, firmly locked onto Mo Yuhan.

“Hehe, they’re all so quiet, it’s too boring. My good Yu’er, you’re the best!”

Xue Ni said with a giggle, squeezing towards Xiao Yu’s seat; her full, voluptuous body carried a powerful “presence”.

During the squeeze, because Mo Yuhan was sitting in the very middle of the four sides of the carriage.

So Lin Fei squeezed back and forth, which ultimately led to her also unceremoniously leaning closer to Mo Yuhan.

That scent, a mixture of sunlight, powder, and a unique wild pheromone, instantly enveloped Mo Yuhan, forming a third, highly aggressive aroma, distinct from Xue Mei’s coolness and Lin Fei’s sweet warmth.

Mo Yuhan only felt himself instantly surrounded by a hot, soft, and highly elastic “flame”.

Xue Ni’s arm, pressed close to him, transmitted astonishing heat and elasticity, and the side contour of her proud “luxurious chest” was almost touching his arm, creating a subtle squeezing sensation with the carriage’s bumps.

His little face stiffened, and his body instinctively recoiled towards Xiao Yu.