Just as she sat down with a thud, her hand instinctively propped herself up. At the time, she didn't react, but when Chao Sheng spoke, she returned to her senses, realizing she had slapped Shen Juncheng's thigh...
She secretly regretted it. Chao Sheng, oh Chao Sheng, if you saw the road was bad, you should have reminded me earlier, reminded me earlier.
Her face was distressed as she huddled in her corner, clutching the windowsill, afraid of being jolted again.
Shen Juncheng glanced at her, still silently toying with the sachet in his hand.
The atmosphere quieted down again, leaving only the clatter of the carriage driven by Chao Sheng.
After two quarters of an hour, Chao Sheng said, "Alright, Young Master and Young Madam, the road ahead is smooth."
Shen Juncheng responded with a hum.
Su An'an clutched her chest; Chao Sheng, if you hadn't reached smooth roads soon, she feared she couldn't hold back her nausea.
It was truly too bumpy.
