Yan Kaixuan had never realized that pulling a sled could be so exhausting. Especially after walking for more than an hour, the sled's weight felt like a massive stone, digging painfully into his shoulders.
Now, he had to switch shoulders every few minutes. He did not even want to put the rope over his shoulders anymore; he felt certain they were swollen.
But he did not dare let go of the rope, because Kamala kept watching him. Especially with that burning gaze of his and the belt he kept swinging in his hand, Yan Kaixuan felt as if Kamala were whipping that belt across his back.
What the hell? This guy was a complete lunatic!
He glanced back at Nangong Xue, who was sitting on the sled, and silently regretted everything. This woman would not even get down and walk for a while. Ever since climbing onto the sled, she had kept her head lowered, sitting there with both hands tightly gripping its sides without relaxing in the slightest.
Her head remained lowered, and she never looked his way, as though someone else were pulling the sled.
Damn woman, she was so damn heavy. He really wanted to just kill her.
Yan Kaixuan was no longer swept up in any momentary impulse. He simply wanted to find an opportunity to kill Nangong Xue. Then perhaps he would no longer have to serve as a laborer pulling a sled.
Unfortunately, Yan Kaixuan did not know that Kamala thought this fellow was quite good at pulling the sled. Moreover, he would not be much help in a fight. Even if he could help, they would not let him interfere. No one trusted this fellow; if he decided to betray his own side at a critical moment, they would be in trouble.
Still,