But Jiang Mianmian was small, and when she sat down, she was much shorter than the people around her. So, Yu Cheng directly stretched out his hand and lifted her onto his lap.
"Ah, what are you doing?" Jiang Mianmian, suddenly picked up, was startled.
Yu Cheng was very calm, "You were completely blocked by the people in front of you. Sitting there, you couldn't see anything."
Jiang Mianmian felt a bit awkward; after all, she was an adult on the inside, and sitting on the lap of a young man felt somewhat embarrassing.
However, Yu Cheng's body temperature was much higher than hers, and sitting on him, her whole body felt warm.
She looked up at Yu Cheng and saw his indifferent expression, which made her think she was probably overthinking it.
After all, her current shell was just an eight-year-old child, and he surely was just treating her like a little sister and looking after her.
With that thought, she also felt calm.
