Two swift horses leaped onto the lakeshore and headed toward Dongming Mountain to the northwest. With three riders on fast horses, they arrived ahead of the news, so the Western Sea Protectorate had yet to react much and was still maintaining its lockdown and hunting the three robbers.
Xue Baijin rode in the lead. Taciturn by nature, she said little along the way, merely glancing back occasionally at her wife following behind-and the wild man in her wife's arms.
Not far behind, the Charcoal-Red Steed trotted along with its head down.
Luo Ning sat on horseback, supporting Ye Jingtang against her chest. She had already stitched and bandaged several wounds. Afraid the cold would chill the little rogue, she had also taken a change of clothes from the horse's side, wrapped him up, and held him in her arms to keep him warm.
After resting on horseback for a long while, Ye Jingtang's breathing had completely settled. Weariness from the intense exertion washed over his mind, and he should have slept a little. But the Heavenly Lang Pearl's medicinal potency, which tempered sinews and bones yet had nowhere to go, apparently remained, leaving his body unable to settle down. With his back against the soft Little Watermelon and his hand holding the creamy jade hand at his waist, something unusual developed as he drifted between sleeping and waking.
Luo Ning had her arms around his waist and was holding his hand, naturally keeping constant track of his condition. She had been watching the road intently, but as they rode, she noticed something amiss with the little rogue's breathing. After some thought, she quietly felt downward along his abdominal muscles...
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Though Luo Ning had been with him for a long time, she remained very thin-skinned. Upon touching the instrument of