she bit her lower lip, feeling too embarrassed. she did not want him to know either.
However, the 40-year-old Qin mo had a skill that allowed him to accurately know her needs. He was originally bent over, but at this moment, he easily carried her up horizontally.
A Princess carry!
ah! he Huan couldn't help but cry out. Afraid that she would fall, she immediately hooked her arms around Qin Mo's neck.
Qin mo lowered his head and looked at her.
"Put me down." She said softly, almost not daring to look at him.
Qin Mo's voice was also very soft, and it was a little unnaturally hoarse. "didn't i hug you like this when you were young?"
"i've grown up," he huan said.
qin mo continued to look at her quietly. as he walked, she did not come down from the elevator. he only said softly, " "Now you've become smaller, and I'm old. He Huan, do you think I'm old?"
he huan shook his head. " no, you're not old. "
