Cheng Weiyue's palm involuntarily tightened; she understood too well the profound meaning behind Zhou Jingwei's words, causing her eyelashes to tremble with tension and excitement.
After a long while, she had braced herself enough, her gaze firmly on Zhou Jingwei.
She said, "If you're not afraid, what do I have to be scared of?"
Zhou Jingwei smiled calmly and suddenly lifted Cheng Weiyue up in a horizontal carry.
Cheng Weiyue let out a low cry, instinctively hooking around his neck: "What are you doing?"
"Asking you to move in with me for the first time wasn't very gentlemanly of me, so I certainly can't let you walk in on your own." Zhou Jingwei's eyes deepened with mirth, speaking leisurely: "It's better if I carry you."
Until the sound of the shower running in the bathroom could be heard, Cheng Weiyue still sat on the bed with her knees hugged to her chest.
She buried her face in her hands and sighed involuntarily.
It really was...
A bit embarrassing.
