After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xie Jinchen tightened his arms around her waist, and the curves of their bodies were perfectly intertwined.

His kisses, initially a conquering assault, gradually seeped into greed, engulfing every inch of her softness and swallowing her soft sobs.

The hand that was on the back of her neck slowly slid down, carrying a burning heat, stroking her slender neck and back, and finally stopping at her lower back, with the fingertips gently massaging her.

Jiang Dusheng's fingers, which were clinging to his shoulder, curled slightly, and as he deepened the kiss, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the fabric of his shoulder.

It felt as if a fire had been ignited deep within her body, spreading throughout as his hand moved, leaving her weak and only able to rely on the strength of his arm for support.

His kisses began to deviate from her lips, tracing down her delicate jawline to her sensitive neck, where he gently nibbled and sucked, leaving ambiguous red marks.

His hot breath brushed against Jiang Dusheng's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Xie Jinchen's low, husky voice brushed against her delicate earlobe, each word seeming to burn:

"Jiang Dusheng, you just... praised another man for being handsome."

His tone was a mixture of dissatisfaction and almost childish stubbornness.

Under his intense kisses and teasing, Jiang Dusheng finally regained a sliver of his scattered rationality. His breath was unsteady, his voice trembled, and he spoke with disbelief:

"Xie Jinchen...you...you went crazy because of this?!"

"Mmm." He admitted it without hesitation, his burning lips tracing the line of her neck, lingering on the skin where he had left his mark, his voice muffled, "You've never... complimented my looks like this before."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lifted his knee upwards.

The car lurched again, and she lurched forward uncontrollably, crashing into the taut dragon.

Jiang Dusheng froze.

Xie Jinchen's breathing suddenly became heavier, and the hand around her waist suddenly slid down, his fingertips untying the knot of her already loosened sash.

His fingertips seemed to be on fire, and his clothes slipped to the sides, revealing a moon-white undergarment and a curve that rose and fell violently with his breathing.

The carriage continued its bumpy journey.

Xie Jinchen's scalding palms pressed against the delicate skin of her waist without any obstruction, his calloused fingertips tracing the undulating curves.

The air inside the carriage seemed to be ignited, and the temperature rose sharply.

The halo formed by the diaphragm quietly enveloped the area, sealing away all the gasps, sobs, and rustling sounds of fabrics within this small space.

Outside the carriage, the official road receded rapidly and birds occasionally flew by.

On the roof of the car, Wang Dazhuang was still pretending to be serious and on guard, while Ruan Guyan quietly looked at the scenery.

Xie Jinchen's attacks became increasingly fierce, his lips and tongue lingering and nibbling at her collarbone, almost devouring her completely.

Jiang Dusheng's last shred of rationality crumbled under his scorching touch.

She tilted her head back, letting out a soft, suppressed groan.

Xie Jinchen's kiss landed on her lips again, this time much more lingering and deeper.

With his other hand, he supported the back of her head, his fingertips threading through her slightly disheveled hair, gently yet firmly holding her steady, not allowing her to retreat an inch.

Inside the carriage, his Adam's apple bobbed. "Jiang Dusheng, am I handsome?"

Jiang Dusheng was stuck in a limbo, not saying a word.

Xie Jinchen jolted violently, and Jiang Dusheng's back tensed abruptly. A short whimper was blocked in his throat by Xie Jinchen's hot lips and tongue.

The swaying of the carriage was no longer a meaningless bump, but a kind of sinister rhythm.

Every time the wheels rolled over a pothole, every time the car tilted, it tossed Jiang Dusheng into the air.

In the cramped space, the increasingly out-of-control, damp sounds intertwined to form an impenetrable net.

The heat accumulating deep within my body is getting higher and higher, as if something is taut to its limit.

"Xie Jinchen..." Jiang Dusheng called his name unconsciously, as if it were the only piece of driftwood he could hold onto.

Xie Jinchen's eyes suddenly darkened dramatically, swallowing all the broken syllables.

The carriage seemed unable to keep up with the violent movement, emitting a faint creaking sound.

Suddenly, Jiang Dusheng's eyes were filled with a bright light, as if thousands of fireworks were exploding in his head at the same time, dazzling to the extreme, and then returning to blankness.

All her senses left her, only that overwhelming sense of perception continued to wash over her, so long that it made Jiang Dusheng tremble and sob.

Xie Jinchen's breathing also became completely out of rhythm.

He groaned, his burning forehead pressed against her sweaty shoulder, his movements abruptly halting as he pulled her tightly into his arms.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.