Chapter 1930 — Reaching the Destination
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But when the softness of her chest pressed against him, Wang Xinyan remembered that she was not wearing a bra—would it not all be pressing against Wei Zhao's back? Then again, she reflected, most people were not especially sensitive on the back, so Wei Zhao probably would not feel anything...
How was she to know that Wei Zhao was no ordinary person but a special one—an Earth-Rank cultivator, and cultivators had the most flexible control over every part of their bodies. So the moment Wang Xinyan lay against his back, Wei Zhao reacted...
Fortunately, Wang Xinyan was behind him, and with the darkness she could not see his reaction at all—otherwise Wei Zhao would have been thoroughly embarrassed.
Seeing that Wei Zhao's pack was slung over his front, Wang Xinyan wanted to carry it for him, but then it occurred to her that she was still on his back; even if she carried the pack, its weight would still be loaded onto Wei Zhao—so what difference would it make from now?
At first Wang Xinyan assumed that with her on his back, Wei Zhao would walk very, very slowly. But watching the trees recede before her eyes, she found that not only had he not slowed down, he was moving faster than before—to say he was flying on foot would not be an exaggeration in the least!
What astonished her most was that Wei Zhao had none of her own halting, uncertain steps; he walked the mountain path with perfect steadiness, never once missing his footing! Could it be that Wei Zhao had been humoring her all along, and that was why he had walked so slowly?
At that thought, Wang Xinyan felt all the more ashamed.
In truth, even with his eyes closed Wei Zhao could move as if flying, and see more clearly than he did now with them open...
Though he felt the softness against his back, Wei Zhao's attention soon shifted elsewhere. What was to be done about the eldest young lady and Xiaoshu? Given their temperaments, the two of them probably would not team up with anyone else. Neither was a cultivator, and both were young women—if they had to climb the mountain, would they be in danger?
But mobile phones were not permitted here; they had long since been locked away in the barracks lockers. Even if Wei Zhao wanted to contact the eldest young lady, he could not—he could only have a word with Chen Yuxuan and ask him to look after her as much as possible.
Still, he reflected, with Shen Yushu there, Chen Yuxuan could not possibly assign them any overly complicated task.
At last Wei Zhao reached the destination. He had to admit that he had covered this stretch quickly—in less than half an hour he had walked nearly ten kilometers, and that was with him deliberately holding back for fear of shocking Wang Xinyan out of her wits. Ordinarily, he would have needed only ten minutes at a run.
Wang Xinyan was utterly exhausted; on Wei Zhao's shoulders she had unknowingly fallen asleep. It felt so comfortable, so reassuring—as though, lying against Wei Zhao's broad shoulders, she could forget every worry. Though it was only half an hour, Wang Xinyan slept soundly.