"Nowadays, bone problems start from mid-thirty." Nina marched ahead with another excuse.
Feng Biyu's smile widened at her daughter-in-law's futile attempt to escape from the ritual. No matter what, rituals needed to be performed. "You ain't possibly implying my son is an old uncle who can't carry you upstairs, are you?"
"Well, is he not?" Nina couldn't stop the answer that forced itself out of her mouth with a compulsive need from within. To cover it up, she plastered a sheepish smile on her lips.
Atmosphere lapsed into silence, within a few seconds into it, Nina's vision shook and she found herself off the ground. Out of instinct, she bound her slender arms around Lu Yifeng's muscle-bound neck.
"Not old enough for failing to lift my wife!" Lu Yifeng offered his rebuttal through a tiny smile, then strode up the petals-laid stairs. His face didn't let any furrows to dwell between his fine eyebrows, nor his even silent breathing showed any signs of labor.
