Chapter 409: 408 I'm not that delicate (third update of the night)

Two horses pulled the carriage through the bustling streets, the wheels clattering and creaking as the carriage itself rocked back and forth.

Pedestrians made way, and the noise from the roadside squeezed through the cracks into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, an exceptionally handsome man and woman were tightly entwined.

Youlan, seated in Yelu Yan's embrace, felt a chilly breeze throughout her body, already ventilated from all sides, yet her forehead was dripping with sweat.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes tightly shut, her lips bitten hard, and her little face was as red as if it had been baked by flames.

The heat waves were intense, making it hard for one to maintain composure.

She couldn't take it any longer.

But the man showed no sign of retreating.

Two rough hands gripped her slender waist, rising and falling with force.

Youlan truly couldn't take it; occasionally, a few moans would slip out, thankfully sporadic and discreet enough to avoid suspicion.