Lin Yi's mind was a chaotic mess, as though seven or eight small drums were beating incessantly, leaving him restless and even causing the normally steady carriage he drove to jolt and sway.
"What's wrong with Lin Yi? Did we leave too late today? Why is he driving the carriage so hurriedly?"
Lin Yuan's body swayed repeatedly with the jolts of the carriage, the numerous accessories adorning her hairpiece shaking with the motion. She felt like her tightly secured hairstyle was about to unravel, and quickly reached up to steady it.
But as soon as she raised her hand, her balance was thrown off, and her entire frame toppled straight into Xia Zheng's arms.
Xia Zheng smoothly wrapped his arms around her petite figure, a smug and self-satisfied grin spreading across his face.
"Indeed, we must have left late today. Just look at Lin Yi rushing like this! Shall I ask him to slow down?"
