When the two of them were some distance away from their house, Xiao Hanzheng woke Shi Qingluo up.
She got down from his back and felt much more energetic.
Looking at the sweat on Xiao Hanzheng's forehead, she felt a little guilty and took out her handkerchief and wiped his sweat. "Thank you for your hard work, my husband."
Her little husband seemed to have carried her for almost an hour.
Needless to say, he was quite fit.
Xiao Hanzheng's eyes were filled with a smile as he allowed her to wipe his sweat. "Of course. Who asked me to be your husband?"
A husband carrying his wife was a man's way.
Shi Qingluo chuckled. "I'm proud to have a husband like you."
Xiao Hanzheng couldn't help but laugh. "Then I'll thank you, my wife!"
The two of them chatted and laughed as they returned home.
Seeing the two of them return, Mother Xiao and her two other children heaved a sigh of relief.
