Chen Feng didn't say anything on the way, too drained to bother explaining.
Ye Qingqing was silent as well, resting in Chen Feng's arms, an inexplicable warmth erasing the chill.
She didn't know and couldn't see that it was because Chen Feng was using his Spiritual Power to block the surrounding coldness.
After an unknown length of time, Ye Qingqing finally couldn't help but speak: "Chen Feng, are you an idiot?"
"What did I do now?" Chen Feng was completely at a loss.
"Can't you just hail a cab? At this rate, we'll never get home."
"I just wanted to hold you longer, I never had the chance before."
Chen Feng whispered.
Ye Qingqing was stunned.
Indeed, they had been married for two years, and this was his first time holding her.
A man, who got to hold his wife seemingly by accident only after two years of marriage, indeed seemed slightly aggrieved.
Thinking up to this point, Ye Qingqing coughed dryly and said, "I'm heavy, aren't you tired?"
"Not at all, I'm strong."
