Seeing Nie Qianyu with a shy face, Zhang Xiaohua dared not say more. He hurriedly raised the Little Tangerine in his hand and said anxiously, "I've brought Little Tangerine back."
"How is Little Tangerine? Why are you still holding her? Did she get hurt?"
Hearing Zhang Xiaohua's words, Nie Qianyu quickly put her shyness aside and looked at Little Tangerine with concern.
Zhang Xiaohua bitterly smiled, "Can I put Little Tangerine in the room first?"
"Yeah, I've been holding her for so long, and I'm really a bit tired."
Seeing the situation, Nie Qianyu hurriedly moved away from the door, and Zhang Xiaohua carried Little Tangerine into the small cabin which still had some remaining fragrance. Watching Zhang Xiaohua put Little Tangerine in the quilt where Nie Qianyu had just slept, both of them felt a bit strange. Zhang Xiaohua's hands touched the still-warm bedding, and his mood was the same.
