Yan Zao reached out to him and grabbed his hand to run, "Run, quick."
Lan Mu didn't know why Yan Zao wanted to run, but if she asked him to run, he ran, asking as he did, "Run from what?"
Yan Zao was panting, "Just run, that's right!"
She felt she couldn't run much longer, mostly because she couldn't bear to throw away the popsicle in her hand, wondering if she should take another lick.
There was no time to consider.
Yan Zao took another lick of her popsicle; Lan Mu watched, amused, and shook his head. Feeling the middle-aged man was about to catch up, he simply bent down and hoisted Yan Zao onto his shoulders.
Running with her hoisted up!
Being suddenly lifted into the air, Yan Zao almost dropped her popsicle from fright.
Her body swung back and forth in the air, uncomfortable, feeling insecure; she wanted Lan Mu to put her down, "Lan Mu, put me down."
Lan Mu said, "This way we can run faster; you eat your popsicle."
