But at this moment, Ai Lin didn't hear what Long Yi was saying at all, because her mind had become so tense that it was unresponsive.
At this time, Long Yi instinctively hugged Ai Lin's waist, his body leaning against hers from behind. Luckily, Long Yi was sitting at the back, so for the incredibly strong Ai Lin, his weight was nothing significant. However, the constant masculine essence coming from his shoulder and ear was making Ai Lin blush deeply.
"Brother Long? Brother Long?" Ai Lin called softly twice. Long Yi merely grunted a response before becoming silent again. His grunt wasn't a response to Ai Lin, but rather an instinctual reaction to Thunder Eagle's movements.
With one hand holding the reins, Ai Lin gently lifted her other hand, like a thief carefully stealing something, and gently stroked Long Yi's face.