"Xiaoman, give me your hand," Ye Wudao finally said contentedly to her.
Zhao Xiaoman extended her hand somewhat shyly, but before she could understand what Ye Wudao was planning to do, she felt her body suddenly lose weight. By the time she realized what was happening, she found herself perched atop a tree some five or six meters high.
Looking down and seeing the height beneath her feet, she was so terrified that she wanted to scream, but in that moment, Ye Wudao wrapped an arm around her waist, lightly tapped on a tree branch with the tip of his foot, and flew through the air with her, weaving through the trees, then gently landed on a bamboo stalk.
The bamboo stalk bent slightly under their combined weight, shedding a few bamboo leaves, and the fear Zhao Xiaoman initially felt turned into excitement.
