On the way back to the village, Liu Duo really did not want to walk anymore. Her feet were exhausted, and her shoes were hard to walk in. She persisted last time, because that was her first trip to town. There was motivation.
Now there was no excitement at all. On the contrary, she even resented it. To have walked so far was already an uneasy feat.
She stopped and looked forward, thinking, how much further? How I miss my little Ferry (Ferrari).
"You're tired, Little Duo. Here, I can carry you. My back is strong and fit, you'll definitely be comfortable and satisfied," Liu crouched before her, boasting proudly.
She looked down at his frail back. That's what you call strong and fit? If Yang said that, she would believe him and praise him even more; but this was Liu, and she had let him off the hook by not talking back.
Without delay, she hopped on and held onto his neck. "On account of your strong desire to carry me, I guess I can grant your wish."
