Chapter 53: Knees, Pressing Up

"Sorry Yifening, we don't have any room here."

Tiffany smiled apologetically at Su Mian. Duncan, beside her, snorted coldly. "Why are you apologizing to her? She's just a newbie player."

This carriage was almost entirely City-State players. They had long since defaulted to the rules of forming cliques and, at the same time, spoke with schadenfreude.

"There's still room on the roof of the carriage, Miss. If you don't mind, you can climb up."

"Hahahahahahahaha."

The carriage was filled with laughter. Charlie, who was driving the horses in front, was closing his eyes to rest, completely unaware of everything.

Cecily took Su Mian's original seat.

She had originally wanted to come to the front to see if there was any extra room, but she was met with a crowd of inexplicable hostility and mockery. It wasn't hard to see that it was related to refusing this group's invitation yesterday.

【I spit! A bunch of trash, bedbugs, fence-sitters!】

4399 was furious. Only Su Mian was emotionally stable. She sized up the roof of the carriage, seemingly really considering the feasibility of climbing up.

"Hey, you don't really want to go up there, do you?"

"Hahahahaha, be careful not to get your face scratched by tree branches—"

Before the person finished speaking, the laughter stopped abruptly. Everyone lowered their heads, and the atmosphere became awkward and solemn.

A shadow pressed down; it was hard for her not to guess who was behind her.

"Father."

Today, the priest was wearing a white robe shawl, reaching his ankles, with a black clerical casual suit inside.

His tall figure supported the simple church attire, one hand placed below his ribs, which seemed to be a habit accumulated over many years.

He didn't say a word, and under the gaze of everyone, he brought Su Mian back to the carriage at the very front.

Don't know which bold player whispered "Holy shit," and the carriage started discussing again.

"Does she really have an identity?"

Duncan's momentum weakened by more than half. The leg he had been crossing was put down, and his body leaned forward uneasily.

He was afraid, afraid that his words just now had angered Su Mian and caused that priest to blame him.

Tiffany: "... Not sure."

Tiffany stared in disbelief for a long time, only coming back to her senses at the sound of the whip, her brows deeply furrowed.

It's truly lucky for a newbie to be able to draw this kind of identity...

She thought aimlessly, not realizing at all that she had lost face again.

After entering the oak forest, the light was sucked dry by the layers of leaves. The carriages hung oil lamps one after another, forming clusters of light points.

Compared to the crowded covered wagons, the four-wheeled box carriage in front appeared loose and sluggish.

Cain hung an oil lamp in the carriage casually. Logically speaking, being watched by God should make Su Mian feel uncomfortable or even resistant, just like when she made eye contact with Cecily.

But on the contrary, she seemed to have found the culprit that made her excited and trembling last night.

Cold sweat slid down Su Mian's temple. She took a deep breath to control her trembling body, trying to calm her restless heart with the cold wind.

This gaze was enough to make her eat her fill, but it came a bit suddenly—too much, too full, too... strange.

"You look very nervous. Do you need the Lord's help, Miss Nun?"

An inopportune voice sounded. Su Mian was startled and managed to squeeze out a smile.

"You worry too much, sir. I'm just afraid I won't be able to do my best."

"Is that so..."

Peripheral vision caught the long knuckles tapping on the cushion, seemingly replying perfunctorily, with no follow-up.

To calm this evil energy, Su Mian intended to close her eyes and rest, but was caught off guard by a sudden bump, and the moment the carriage tilted, she threw herself onto the man.

"Ugh!"

Her knee was caught by a large palm, almost hitting the wooden edge.

The palm carried a scorching temperature, the knuckles long enough to wrap around the entire knee, the thumb digging into the soft flesh of the leg hollow.

She even had reason to suspect that this hand could lift her entire body.

Su Mian fell into Cain's shoulder hollow, her face covered by a few strands of white hair, and another hand fell onto the top of her head.

"Knees, press up, otherwise you'll fall."

He gently relaxed his strength and moved Su Mian's knee onto the soft cushion of Cordovan leather cloth.

Unfortunately, Su Mian had no vision and put her knee forward blindly, hitting an obstacle and having to stop, but she heard the person beside her take a deep breath.

"Hiss—"

"Rude."

The palm grabbed the inside of her thigh and pushed outward, separating her right leg, successfully moving from Cain's lap to the seat.

The movement was quite gentle, and also quite... erotic.

The moment she was grabbed by the thigh, Su Mian's body stiffened for a moment. When her legs were separated, anxiety and shame filled her chest, and her body temperature rose instantly.

She wanted to retreat, but was tightly buckled by the waist by that pair of hands.

"Wait until the carriage is stable before going down."

The warm breath hit Su Mian's ear. She trembled, her movements like rubbing against the man's shoulder hollow.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Cain patted her back soothingly, thinking the girl couldn't wait to sit back, but the bumping continued. Standing up straight would cause a loss of balance, and it wouldn't be good if she hit something.

"No... no."

Su Mian spoke with difficulty, her earlobes burning, her body not daring to move at all.

One wave after another, seeing that they had passed a section of muddy road, the carriage stabilized.

She was just about to pull away when the veil on her face showed signs of slipping. It would be over if she was exposed now.

Su Mian could only press her entire body against him to free up both hands to tie the veil.

They were pressed too tightly; she could even hear the other person's heartbeat. After a toss and turn, she had already become damp.

"... I'm afraid my appearance will defile you, Father."

An explanation that was "three hundred taels of silver here," the person didn't give her any response, let out a breath from his nasal cavity, grabbed Su Mian's collar, and lifted her back to her seat.

Having made such a big misunderstanding, Su Mian didn't have the energy to care about any gaze or not. She organized her clothes with a stinky face and found two white hairs in her hand.

God, was her hand strength that great?

This old priest didn't even say a word of pain, just letting her run wild on his body.

The little demon who returned to the safe range started to let her imagination run wild and act like a tyrant.

Maybe if she had bitten his neck just now, Cain would have scolded her, and he wouldn't have cared if her knees hit anything or if she would be unstable when standing up.

Thinking of that scene made her feel funny, but Su Mian couldn't see Cain's face clearly; otherwise, it should have been quite interesting.

The carriage stopped at a huge mine. The entrance was a swamp, and the haze surrounded the straight, cloud-piercing gray-black tree trunks, like a layer of viscous, eerie shroud.

Only this group of people knew the sourness of stepping down. The priest in front held a Bible, and the nuns stepped forward to hold the oil lamps.

Cecily followed closely, placing the Tyrian purple dyed cloth horizontally across her chest, her footprints deep and shallow.

When the monk blew the horn, it scared away the unknown birds in the distant mine, and the sound wave swept over.

Everyone held their crosses in front of their chests, and the torches ignited in response. When the sound climbed to the edge of human hearing, it gradually became long and sorrowful. ===== CHAPTER 54 =====