Half an incense stick later.
On the rugged, winding mountain path leading down from Sikong Mountain.
A man in a Monk's Robe was cautiously carrying a woman on his back, heading down the mountain one step at a time.
Xiao Mo's arms were gently hooked under the crook of the woman's knees. He did his best to avoid touching her thighs, trying to maintain the proper distance befitting a monk.
But the woman didn't seem to find this comfortable, occasionally shifting her body to adjust her position.
Before he knew it, Xiao Mo's large, sturdy hands had silently come to rest on her well-proportioned thighs.
Even through his coarse linen trousers, Xiao Mo could faintly feel the springiness and smoothness of her thighs.
Moreover, walking on the mountain path meant he frequently had to step over obstructive tree roots and large rocks, and even cross small ravines.
As a result, the entire journey was unavoidably a bit bumpy.
