Chapter 1102 - 1101: The First Time So Close to Master Tuantuan

The servant was even more confused.

The Second Elder, this noble figure, is he going to personally help these two outsiders onto the carriage?

When the carriage arrived, the servant watching Jing Chen was simply flabbergasted—what is the Second Elder doing?

Jing Chen flattened the back seat of the carriage.

Then, he instructed the servants to lift Nalan Ye Jue and Qin Xin onto the back seat, tying them face to face with ropes, even thoughtfully covering them with a blanket.

Oh my, if this carriage were swapped for a room, wouldn’t it be akin to a man and a woman honeymooning?

The servant blushed and quickly drew the carriage curtains tightly.

As the driver drove away.

Jing Chen took a deep breath and said meaningfully, "Once you two reach your happy ending, my Chen’er won’t get deeper..."

"Offering up the most important thing for the woman you love, although it’s the most romantic thing, in the Jing Family, one such fool is enough..."

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Inside the jostling carriage.

Qin Xin and Nalan Ye Jue, under the gradual weakening of the time magic, finally began to regain consciousness.

However, when they opened their eyes, the first thing they saw was each other.

Separated by a soft bamboo mask, they were practically lip to lip, skin to skin, breath audible!

Qin Xin’s phoenix eyes widened, she froze for a moment, then instinctively tried to retreat.

But the time-stalling spell hadn’t been lifted, she couldn’t move.

But Jing Chen had bound her so tightly, she was practically hanging on the man, the awkwardness was overwhelming; not even back in the bamboo courtyard hot springs with Master Tuantuan were they this close.

And yet, she couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t say a word like "Sorry, Master," or chat about the Twelve Elders to shift the topic and relieve the awkwardness.

Now unable to speak or move, her eyes almost glued to the Master’s mask, her lips nearly brushing against his, it was truly the epitome of awkwardness.

Meanwhile.

Nalan Ye Jue opposite her wasn’t doing any better.

The man’s long legs, ironically Jing Chen had crossed his long legs over Qin Xin’s slender legs, resting like cotton, made his heart tremble.

Moreover, through the thin mask, her fragrance seeped into his mind, her breathing whispered against his eardrums, coupled with the cursed quilt that trapped all the warmth under the blanket, truly, as a man, he was near breaking point.

A bead of sweat slowly slid from his forehead.

Nalan Ye Jue struggled to hold back.

Luckily, the time magic hadn’t worn off, the torment in his heart couldn’t translate into action.

Until the carriage arrived at the Divine Academy.

The driver draped by the curtains respectfully invited them to get off: "Instructor, Miss Lan, we’re here."

Nalan Ye Jue finally felt a bit relieved from the grip of the time magic.

Just about to untie the rope.

Suddenly, as if driven by some mysterious impulse, he restrained the urge.

Still lying still, not speaking, not responding, not getting up.

Still tightly pressed against Qin Xin!

Why rush such precious moments?

Though certain parts were agonizingly close to frenzy, it was far better than watching her from afar every day among the crowds, unable to acknowledge her.

Qin Xin’s consciousness gradually recovered as well.

A bit later than him, but the moment she could move, she immediately prepared to untie the ropes.

But being solo limits action, she didn’t want to have Little Ginger Snake intervene, or it’d feel like a third person watching them, amplifying the awkwardness tenfold.

So she clumsily rummaged for a scalpel, twisting and turning at various angles, spent quite some time before finally cutting open Jing Chen’s restraints.