Tie Hailan strode toward Dong Dabao. "Young man!" Not knowing the other’s name, she had been calling him "young man". She reeked of alcohol, and wanted to embrace the petite ’young man’, but the ’young man’ was disgusted and actually sidestepped to avoid her, even kicking her in the butt? Far from being angry, Tie Hailan was actually happy. "Spicy! I fancy this kind of spirit!" She made another lunge at Dong Huiying. Dong Huiying felt numb all over, thinking to herself that there were oddities everywhere in the world. She dodged swiftly, but unfortunately, her body, already weakened by her nausea and dizziness from the earlier horse ride, was caught by Tie Hailan. Then, with a breath reeking of alcohol, Tie Hailan planted a big, wet kiss right on her forehead with an audible ’mwah’. Get off me, you freaking pervert! Just as she was about to push Tie Hailan away, she heard Tie Hailan shout to the coachman, "Come over, help the young master into the carriage!" So, the coachman, with a murderous aura, strode toward Dong Huiying. Dong Huiying could tell at a glance that this man had blood on his hands, exuding an air of martial steeliness, and from the coachman’s well-composed posture, she guessed he might have been a soldier. If it was her at her peak, she would have nothing to fear, but now she was exhausted, sleepy, and dizzy. Plus, a carriage? Fine, she would just hitch a ride. One must be adaptable in life; otherwise, if the horse had run off and she missed this carriage, she would have to measure the world with her own feet. That would be too miserable; since there’s a carriage ride available, she mustn’t be too old-fashioned. Thus, she suddenly changed her attitude and obediently followed the coachman onto the carriage. Tie Hailan, shivering, unbuttoned her pants and relieved herself of the water in her belly, then climbed onto the carriage, dazed. She snorted with a ’heh’, then wrapped her arms around the petite ’young man’, snoring thunderously! Dong Huiying had a few taels of silver pieces, as well as a dagger for self-defense hidden on her. She planned to get off when the carriage passed through a town. Tie Hailan wrapped her burly arm around her slim waist. Dong Huiying grimaced and pushed her away, then chose a spot far from Tie Hailan to sit down. Of course, given the carriage’s small space, she couldn’t escape very far. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she began nodding off, her eyelids growing heavier by the second. "Ahhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~" Dong Huiying was awoken by Tie Hailan’s piercing scream. She jolted up and turned toward the frantic Tie Hailan. "My young man, where’s my young man?" Tie Hailan cried out in anguish, covering her cheeks with her hands, her soprano wails betraying her horror. The banshee’s wails were torture. So annoying, what young man? Hmph, more like a young ghost. As if grieving, Tie Hailan moaned, "I clearly remember, after getting off the carriage yesterday, I picked up a little darling, but how come when I woke up, my little darling was gone? Instead, it changed into—" Her eyelid twitched as she glanced at Dong Huiying and coughed awkwardly. Because of Liang Shujun, they had met before, and their relationship was anything but smooth. She vaguely felt she had dug herself into a big hole. To mistake an enemy for a young man. Dong Huiying was also depressed. Her temples throbbed with pain, and her nose felt stuffed up, probably catching a cold. "If you’re unhappy, just tell the coachman to stop, and I can walk on my own." Tie Hailan glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah right, with no village in sight and notorious for bandit activity in the vicinity, you, a young lady, meeting bandits by chance would lead to crying for help to no avail. You’ll have plenty to cry about then."