Qin Jiao had previously given Shen Yi a large bottle of Spiritual Spring Water and instructed him to drink it all.
Shen Yi looked at the huge bottle of water. 'If I drink all this,' he thought, 'how many trips to the bathroom will I have to make?' Even so, he said nothing and gulped all the Spiritual Spring Water down.
The morning breeze on his skin felt cool and comfortable.
Shen Yi cautiously reached out and wrapped his arm around Qin Jiao's waist. When he felt her tense up, he quickly said, "I'm afraid I'll fall off."
Qin Jiao: "..."
'You're a man in your thirties, hitting on a girl who's eighteen or nineteen. Have you no shame?'
'Then again, it's not like she was really an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl herself.'
So, the "old auntie" Qin Jiao scowled. "You just sit still back there, or I'll throw you off!"
Shen Yi knew her bark was worse than her bite. Pushing his luck, he rested his face against her back, savoring her softness.
