Zhu Zhuqing did not open her eyes.
Dai Mubai refused to be discouraged and changed the subject. "Was the carriage ride bumpy? Want me to massage your shoulders?"
Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes.
Those pitch-black cat eyes glanced at Dai Mubai.
They were as cold as well water in winter.
"Get lost."
One word.
Dai Mubai's smile remained on his face for two seconds before finally turning into a dry "Haha." He sheepishly jumped back onto the boys' carriage.
Then he sat on the rear board as well.
Tang San was on the left, Oscar on the right, and Dai Mubai squeezed in between them.
The three sat side by side, their six legs dangling outside the carriage as they stared blankly at the road behind them.
Dust kicked up from the official road covered their faces.
No one cared.
Ma Hongjun lay on the boys' carriage bed with his hands behind his head, his chubby body swaying with every bump.
He tilted his head, first looking at the three icy faces on the girls' carriage across from him, then at the three dejected backs at the rear of his own carriage.
He shook his head.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He sighed, his tone full of disappointment. "It's over. They've been completely wrapped around women's fingers."
He rolled over into a more comfortable position and continued muttering, "Why not learn from me? It's always been this young master who has women wrapped around his finger. When have I ever been controlled by women? Whether it's dating or chasing someone, the biggest taboo is..."
He was still rambling on.
Tang San at the rear of the carriage turned around.
Oscar turned around.
Dai Mubai turned around.
The three girls in the other carriage also opened their eyes, six gazes shooting toward Ma