Yet what made everyone's eyes nearly fall out was that the Saintess of the Underworld lifted her leg and lightly bumped his, signaling for him to move farther in. Yue Qianchou looked up in a daze and obediently shifted his butt inward, only to bump into Qing Niang's backside. At the great name of the Saintess of the Underworld, Qing Niang cooperatively moved outward again. At last, a small patch of space opened up on the horizontal plank at the stern, and the Saintess of the Underworld unceremoniously plopped herself down.
What did it mean to sit on pins and needles? Yue Qianchou now had another understanding of it. The situation was this: three people were crammed into an already tiny space, with two women sandwiching one man between them. Both women knew him, and he knew both women too, but he had changed his appearance and wanted to pretend he did not know them. Yet both women seemed to have recognized him, while he still had to pretend not to know them. So the two women squeezed him from either side, while a crowd watched with astonished looks, assuming he had done something to them. In truth, he really had done nothing to either of them.
Nie Xiaoqian and the others stared suspiciously at the three people crammed together in the back, unable to figure out what they were up to. Could that spot in the rear be a treasure land of feng shui? Or was this fellow called Niu Youde so irresistibly charming that women fell for him at first sight? Even if it were a treasure land of feng shui, even if Niu Youde possessed boundless charm, there was no need to put on such a display in public, was there?
Yue Qianchou sat ramrod straight and