There were fourteen passengers aboard in all. There was a fat middle-aged man with a beauty in his arms, a tall, burly man wearing sunglasses, lone travelers like himself, and the four ordinary tourists behind him who had come here for adventure because they had nothing better to do.
Lu Sheng withdrew his gaze. He took out a pouch of orange jelly from his backpack, opened it, and slowly sucked it down.
It would take at least four hours to reach the depths of the Anmi Mountain Range from here, so there was no need to hurry at all.
After resting with his eyes closed for a while, Lu Sheng rose and headed for the restroom.
Two powerfully built men stood smoking outside the restroom door, chatting in an incomprehensible dialect as they smoked.
As Lu Sheng passed them, one of the men glanced at him, an odd smile appearing on his face as he muttered something.
Lu Sheng ignored him. He pulled open the restroom door, went in to relieve himself, then washed his hands and came back out.
Just then, he saw Jella—the girl whose eyes were as beautiful as gemstones—rise and walk this way as well.
She had not seemed like much while sitting down, but once she stood, the firm, perky curve of her buttocks wrapped in blue jeans and her round, taut long legs immediately came into view.
She wore a fitted black T-shirt on top, perfectly accentuating the curve of her waist without a trace of excess flesh.
Her legs were long and well-proportioned. The jeans clung to them like a second skin, tightly wrapping even her calves and perfectly tracing the curves of her legs and hips, making one unable to resist reaching out for a squeeze.
Though there were several pretty girls