"I can run on my own, put me down quickly," Charlotte Green said embarrassedly.
At 45 kilograms, she seemed to have no weight in his hands, as light as a feather, his steps still steady and swift.
The scent of sweat after their morning run was distinctively masculine and not at all unpleasant to her.
He suddenly tossed her up playfully and commanded, "Hold on tight!"
Leaving her no choice but to cling tightly to his neck.
The more he showed his expressions and tones, the more she doubted if he was the same man who had been expressionless and sparing with his words when they first got married.
Regardless, she had grown more accustomed to this version of him; it wasn't so much that she was less afraid of him as it was that he no longer made her feel afraid.
Soon, they reached a spot ahead, and he set her down, saying without even the slightest hint of breathlessness, "Let's see who can reach the spot to watch the sunrise first."
