Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

National Highway G105, this artery running north to south, is now being whipped about by the autumn wind.

A black Harley-Davidson Flhtcuse 5, like a roaring steel beast, forcefully tore through the air.

The car's engine roars deep and powerful; every throttle rev is like a drumbeat striking the heart.

However, the configuration on this motorcycle is somewhat "feminine over masculine".

Xia He, sitting in front, leaned forward with her hands gripping the handlebars tightly. Today, she was dressed in a black, tight-fitting leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her devilish curves. Her long pink hair was tucked into her full-face helmet, with only a few strands peeking out as it danced wildly in the wind.

Yan Sen, sitting in the back seat, was wearing the same black helmet. He had his hands tightly wrapped around Xia He's slender waist, as if he wanted to stick to her back like a pendant.

"Buzz—!"

Xia He twisted the accelerator again, and the speedometer needle jumped sharply to the right. The car lurched violently as it overtook another vehicle, driving over a road seam and sending a heart-stopping jolt through it.

"Ouch!"

Yan Sen let out a playful shout, his arm around Xia He's waist tightened instantly, and he even subconsciously moved it upwards, trying to find a more secure grip.

"Xiangxiang! Ride carefully! Be careful! This is no joke, what if we fly off?"

Yan Sen's voice came through the helmet's Bluetooth earpiece into Xia He's ears.

Xia He's lips curled slightly beneath her helmet, but her tone was deliberately fierce: "Where...are you grabbing with your hand?"

"Lower it a little!"

In the chaos just now, Yan Sen's claws did indeed "slide" up a few inches, and his fingertips touched the amazing elasticity under the leather jacket.

"Oh dear, I'm just scared!"

Yan Sen, shameless as ever, obediently moved his hands down and put them back around her waist, while still arguing, "I remember someone once told me that if you want to die quickly, just ride on her and kick her! I'm not comfortable with this thing that's flesh wrapped in metal! You need to give me some sense of security!"

"Stop talking nonsense and just sit tight!" Xia He snorted. "I'm not giving you a ride next time. Have you been quiet the whole way? If this coat weren't leather, you'd probably be touching the balls of my balls by now!"

"Hmph, if you won't give me a ride, I'll just ride there myself."

Yan Sen rested his chin on Xia He's shoulder, and even through the thick leather jacket and helmet, he could almost smell her faint fragrance.

"My lovely and generous girlfriend not only bought one for herself, but also bought one for me. Isn't she great?"

"That's right."

Xia He raised her head proudly, her voice filled with barely concealed smugness: "Anyone who has such a good girlfriend is truly blessed."

That's right. This time, for the nearly 1,500-kilometer journey from Tianjin to Longhushan in Jiangxi, the young couple didn't choose the comfortable air travel or high-speed rail. Instead, they opted for the most "hardcore" way – a motorcycle trip.

The whole thing started because of Xia He.

After the matter with the Zhao family was settled, the girl took the generous reward given to her by Xu Si, along with her "secret savings" from before, and went straight to the Harley-Davidson authorized store in Tianjin.

Yan Sen originally thought she was going to buy a helmet or gloves to have some fun, but this girl pointed to the two most expensive cars in the store, didn't even blink, and directly swiped her card to pick them up.

At that moment, Yan Sen stared at the long string of zeros and fell silent. Although it wasn't his money being spent, he couldn't understand why anyone would buy two identical cars!

"What a spendthrift woman..." That's what Yan Sen thought at the time.

But when Xia He tossed him the car keys and said, "This is for you, we'll ride it together from now on," Yan Sen admitted that at that moment, his rock-solid heart wavered.

Who the hell can handle this?

"Xiangxiang".

"what?"

What you just said is incorrect.

Yan Sen shouted loudly in the wind.

Which sentence?

"You think it's a blessing to have such a great girlfriend?" Yan Sen paused, his tone suddenly becoming serious. "I don't think it's a blessing."

"What's that?"

"He must have saved the world in his past life!"

"Pfft—Get lost!" Xia He laughed and cursed, but twisted the accelerator even harder.

As dusk fell, the scenery along the national highway changed from plains to rolling hills. The setting sun cast long shadows of the two people, and amidst the roar of the engine, it seemed as if the entire world consisted of only this car and the two of them.

Finally, before nightfall, they turned into a large service area.

This service area is quite large; in addition to the gas station and restaurant, there is also a hotel that looks fairly clean.

Xia He parked the heavy Harley steadily in the parking space, stylishly kicked off the kickstand, took off the helmet, and her long pink hair instantly cascaded down like a waterfall, gleaming charmingly under the streetlights.

She tossed her hair, a gesture so graceful that it made several truck drivers smoking nearby stare in disbelief.

"I'm exhausted..." Xia He stretched her stiff neck, took a long stride, and got out of the car.

Yan Sen also took off his helmet, and his usually lazy face was now a little red from being covered.

He jumped out of the car, and instead of stretching, he ran over to Xia He and started massaging her shoulders.

"You've worked hard, heroine. Let me loosen your bones for you."

"A little to the left... hey, right there, use a little more force." Xia He squinted her eyes, enjoying Yan Sen's service like a lazy cat.

The two grabbed a quick bite at the self-service restaurant in the service area. Although the food was so-so, they ate with relish. Yan Sen even picked all the carrots that Xia He didn't like from her plate and put them in his own bowl, a gesture that earned him a "you know what's good for you" look from Xia He.

After a satisfying meal, the most crucial step is next – booking a hotel room.

The young woman at the front desk looked at the couple in front of her: the woman was stunningly beautiful with a hot figure, and her leather jacket made her look incredibly cool; the man was also quite handsome, but his clothes were old-fashioned. Who wears traditional Chinese knot buttons these days?

"How many rooms would you like, gentlemen?" the receptionist asked routinely.

Just as Yan Sen was about to speak, seemingly wanting to display his gentlemanly demeanor, he held up two fingers in a pretentious manner: "Well, let's open it..."

"One room."

Xia He interrupted him directly, slamming her ID card onto the counter with a crisp, pleasant sound.

She turned her head, looking at Yan Sen with a half-smile, her eyes full of mockery: "What are you pretending for? Your unruly hands haven't stopped moving the whole way. What's wrong with sharing a room? Besides..."

Xia He leaned closer to Yan Sen, lowered her voice, and breathed softly, "Are you brave enough to sleep alone? Aren't you afraid I'll be in danger?"

Yan Sen: "..."

Looking at Xia He's provocative expression, his Adam's apple bobbed, and in the end, he could only shrug helplessly and give the receptionist an awkward but polite smile.

"Listen to her, one room. A king-size bed."

As the receptionist entered the information, she glanced at Yan Sen with a look that said, "I see right through you."

That look seemed to say: That's right, stop pretending to be a big shot.

With the room key in hand, the two went upstairs.

"drop."

The door opened, and a cheap air freshener smelled out. The room wasn't big, but thankfully it was fairly clean.

As soon as Yan Sen entered the room, he threw his backpack on the ground and, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, launched himself directly onto the rather soft-looking large bed.

"Ouch... my back is killing me..."

Yan Sen rolled around on the bed twice, letting out a comfortable groan, "This car ride is more tiring than cycling; my butt is practically shaken to pieces."

"Get up! You're covered in dirt, you're filthy!"

Xia He walked over and, without any hesitation, grabbed Yan Sen by the ear and pulled him off the bed.

"Go take a shower! You're not allowed in bed until you're completely clean!"

"Yes, yes."

Yan Sen rubbed his ears, not angry at all. He chuckled, rummaged through his bag for a change of underwear, and hummed a little tune as he went into the bathroom.

"Splash—"

The sound of water could be heard.

Xia He sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom. The dashing look on her face gradually faded, replaced by a faint blush.

She looked around the small room.

A bed.

Tonight... are we really going to sleep together?

Although they had lived together in the villa before, each of them had their own room. This was a real situation of a single man and woman sharing a room, in this ambiguous hotel setting.

This guy... he shouldn't do anything reckless, right?

Or is it that... she's actually hoping he'll do something reckless?

"Ahhh! Xia He, what are you thinking about?!"

Xia He covered her face in frustration, feeling as if her cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg.

Ten minutes later.

The bathroom door opened, and a burst of hot air rushed out.

Yan Sen, wearing shorts and shirtless with a towel around his neck, walked out while drying his wet hair.

Although he doesn't look particularly strong, his physique is extremely well-defined, with firm but not exaggerated muscles, exuding a powerful and capable aura.

Xia He glanced at it only once before quickly looking away, pretending to be watching TV.

"I'm done showering. Remember to adjust the water temperature when you shower, don't turn it too high, or it'll get cold." Yan Sen was quite frank, plopping down in a chair and picking up the remote to change the channel.

"oh......"

Xia He responded, grabbed her toiletries bag, and fled into the bathroom.

Compared to Yan Sen's battle bath, taking a bath is indeed a huge undertaking for girls.

Washing her hair, conditioning her hair, taking a shower... Xia He doesn't wear makeup, which saves her the step of removing makeup.

Yan Sen finished watching the news broadcast on TV, and then watched half an episode of "Anti-Japanese Heroes." His eyelids started to droop, and the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.

"Click".

The door opened.

Yan Sen subconsciously turned his head to look, and then, as if he had been frozen in place, he froze.

Xia He walked out of the bathroom.

She wasn't wearing her usual clothes, nor was she wearing her pajamas.

She was only wrapped in a white bath towel.

The bath towel barely covered her chest and upper thighs, revealing large expanses of fair, jade-like skin that gleamed alluringly under the light.

Her long, wet pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, water droplets sliding down the ends, across her collarbone, and disappearing into the deep, unfathomable cleavage.

Under the rising steam, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes seemed to be moist, making her look exceptionally alluring.

"Gulp."

Yan Sen clearly heard himself swallowing.

Is this... a test for the cadres?!

Which cadre can withstand this test?

Although he usually acts tough and claims to have profound beliefs, any man would be stunned when faced with such a visually stunning experience.

"What are you looking at? Your eyes are about to pop out."

Xia He felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, so she reached up to adjust the towel around her chest and gave him a reproachful glare.

But there wasn't much anger in her eyes; instead, there was a hint of girlish shyness and...smugness.

Hmph, I'm fair-skinned, sexy, right? You always pretend to be a gentleman in front of me, let's see if you'll slip up this time.

"Cough cough..."

Yan Sen snapped out of his daze, coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, and forcibly shifted his gaze from those dazzlingly white long legs to the paintings on the wall. He said with a straight face, "I didn't see anything. I just think the hotel's decor is... quite unique. And this wallpaper, it's really wallpaper."

"Tch, hypocrite."

Xia He pouted, walked to the bedside and sat down. The sudden surge of emotion in that instant caused Yan Sen's peripheral vision to suffer a massive blow.

She picked up the hair dryer from the bedside table, plugged it in, tested the temperature, then turned around, with her back to Yan Sen, and handed the hair dryer to him.

"Here you are."

"What?" Yan Sen asked knowingly.

"Blow-dry my hair," Xia He said matter-of-factly. "My arms are tired, I can't lift it."

After riding a motorcycle all day, her arms were indeed a little sore, but that was clearly not the main reason. It was more like a playful gesture, a little bit of affection unique to couples.

Yan Sen looked at the hairdryer that was handed to him, then at Xia He's still graceful figure despite being wrapped in a bath towel, sighed helplessly, and resignedly walked over.

"Yes, waitress Xiaoyan, I'll serve you right away."

He took the hairdryer, turned it to the warm setting, and gently blew on Xia He's long, moist, and smooth hair through his fingers.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The sound of the hairdryer filled the quiet room, but it couldn't drown out the increasingly rapid heartbeats of the two people.

Yan Sen's fingers were gentle, and he didn't pull her hair. The warm breeze blew across her scalp, bringing a tingling, comfortable feeling.

Xia He comfortably squinted her eyes, her body unconsciously leaning back, almost pressing against Yan Sen's chest.

Yan Sen stood behind her, his gaze inevitably falling on her fair and slender neck, and the faint undulations of the towel's edge. The scent of shower gel and her unique body fragrance lingered in the air, making it a sweet torment.

He took a deep breath and silently recited the Mind-Cleansing Mantra.

A pure heart remains unperturbed even when the sky falls... The Supreme Being, ever adaptable...

"Are you done yet?" Xia He asked lazily. "I'm almost asleep."

"Almost there, almost there, it's because you have so much hair." Yan Sen complained, but his hands didn't stop moving.

Five minutes later, my hair was finally dry, becoming fluffy and soft, like pink clouds.

"Okay, it's completely dry."

Yan Sen turned off the hairdryer and breathed a sigh of relief. If he had kept using it, he was afraid he really wouldn't have been able to control himself.

Thanks!

Xia He stood up and stretched.

As she moved, the bath towel, which was not wrapped very tightly to begin with, suddenly loosened.

"oops!"

Xia He exclaimed in surprise.

Then, under Yan Sen's complex gaze, a mixture of shock, anticipation, and terror, the white bath towel smoothly... slid down.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Yan Sen's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart jumped into his throat.

however.

next second.

There were no scenes that were inappropriate for children.

The bath towel slipped off, revealing not the boundless spring scenery Yan Sen had imagined, but a black sports bra and a pair of blue denim shorts.

She was dressed very conservatively, even more so than the women who go to the gym.

Yan Sen: "..."

He looked at those damn denim shorts and felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe; his heart, which had just been stirring, instantly turned ice-cold.

"Pfft—hahahaha!"

Xia He turned around and looked at Yan Sen's bewildered expression, as if he had swallowed a fly, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She laughed heartily, pointing at Yan Sen and saying, "Yan Sen, what was that expression on your face just now? Were you disappointed? Did you think you were going to see something you shouldn't have?"

"you......"

Yan Sen pointed at her, his fingers trembling. After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You deceived my pure feelings!"

"I've already taken my pants off... and this is what you show me?"

"Hahaha, serves you right for being such a scoundrel! Serves you right for always trying to take advantage of me with your eyes! Serves you right for pretending even though you were clearly looking!" Xia He stood triumphantly with her hands on her hips, like a victorious general. "That's called 'all's fair in war'! I was on my guard!"

It turns out that the girl had been lingering in the bathroom for so long not only to take a shower, but also to get fully armed.

She had long anticipated that Yan Sen would have some ulterior motives, so she deliberately dressed inside and then wrapped a bath towel around her outside, just to tease him.

"Fine, you win."

Yan Sen slumped back onto the bed with a resentful look, pulled the covers over his head, and said, "Sleep! I'm tired! Let's destroy this!"

"Oh, don't be angry~"

Xia He knew when to stop. She climbed into bed and poked Yan Sen's waist through the blanket. "Just kidding. I have my limits too. We haven't gotten to that point yet, so don't rush me."

Yan Sen threw back the covers, revealing a pair of dead fish eyes: "So, how far have we gotten? To the point where we can only look but not touch?"

"Want some?"

Xia He leaned closer to him, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "That depends on your performance. If you do well, it's not impossible..."

This straight shot shut down Yan Sen again.

He turned over, his back to Xia He, and muttered, "Go to sleep, go to sleep. We still have to travel tomorrow."

Although they said they were going to sleep, the big bed still felt a little...too intimate for the two of them.

Xia He turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

The two lay side by side.

Although it was a bed, there was a thick quilt in the middle, which Yan Sen had specially rolled up to form a "Chu River and Han Border".

"Feed." Xia He's voice rang out in the darkness. "Why did you roll the blanket up so high? Are you afraid I'll eat you?"

"I'm afraid I'll eat you up." Yan Sen turned over, his back to Xia He, and said in a muffled voice, "My willpower is limited, so don't provoke me."

Xia He's soft laughter came from behind.

After a while, a warm little hand quietly crossed the "Great Wall" and slipped into Yan Sen's bed, gently taking his hand.

Yan Sen stiffened, but did not shake him off.

He took her small hand in his own, and they intertwined their fingers.

"Sleep well, sweetie."

"Okay, goodnight."

Their hands were clasped tightly together, and in this small space, their breaths gradually synchronized.

As for the Chu River and Han Border...

Perhaps it will collapse on its own in the middle of the night.

Who knows?