"Wasn't it proper?"
Zhang Yuan sounded puzzled.
"Of course it wasn't." Xiao Yuanjun raised her head and nodded.
Zhang Yuan said helplessly, "Then what brilliant suggestion do you have, Master?"
Xiao Yuanjun's eyes flashed. She had meant to wave a hand with sky-piercing bravado, only to remember that both hands were covering Zhang Yuan's and could not be freed for the moment. She could only laugh. "That's easy. I'll just lie on your back!"
Zhang Yuan: ???
Actually, that really would solve the problem. It was just...
Zhang Yuan asked doubtfully, "Master, is that proper?"
Xiao Yuanjun blinked gently, imitating Zhang Yuan's tone as she asked in return, "Isn't it proper?"
Zhang Yuan fell silent.
"All right, stop fussing. Keep wasting words and Liu Zezheng will have finished seeking truth. Sit by the carriage window first," Xiao Yuanjun said solemnly.
Zhang Yuan paused, then complied, moving over to sit beside the carriage window.
"Mm, very good. Don't move around, Zhang Yuan. Don't shake me off."
Xiao Yuanjun nodded in satisfaction, pushed off with her legs, and sprang onto Zhang Yuan's back. Her arms encircled his neck, her hands still tightly covering his palms without letting the slightest trace of cinnabar yang fire qi escape. Then she craned her head to peer out of the window with him.
Apparently finding it uncomfortable to keep her head stretched out, Xiao Yuanjun thought for a moment, had a flash of inspiration, and rested her head on Zhang Yuan's shoulder.
Mm! Much better.
Now Xiao Yuanjun did not have to exert herself at all. Her whole body practically sprawled over Zhang Yuan.
For Zhang Yuan, however, it was not so good.
Xiao Yuanjun's cheek was mere inches away. He could feel every breath she took, while wafts of fragrance drifted from her hair from