Di Xuan stopped talking and quickly bent over, trying to carry Thirteenth Luo on his back.
Di Xuan was originally a lean figure, but since Liu Sisi joined the family, his living conditions had markedly improved, increasing his height by leaps and bounds. Therefore, while Thirteenth Luo was two years older than him, carrying her wasn't easy, but it wasn't like he couldn't move at all either.
Thirteenth Luo's eyes were blind, and she only understood the meaning of Di Xuan's words when she was forced onto his back.
She couldn't help blushing to her ears, her entire body rigid, and she was entirely lost for words.
Had he actually carried her on his back?
Had this youngster called her cousin actually carried her on his back?
"Don't hold your body so stiffly, you're much heavier that way. If you loosen up, it will be easier for me to carry you."
Under the weight, Di Xuan was panting and gritting his teeth as he spoke.
