It was just a casual remark, but the smile on Mu Lin's lips deepened.
Working with a smart person has its perks; there was no need for excess words. It was their own private understanding.
Jing Chen knew what Mu Lin was implying: his appearance didn't fit with this small inn and could potentially arouse suspicion. So, carrying her inside like this would save them a lot of problems.
After all, Mu Lin knew that he would not back down.
...
Holding Mu Lin, Jing Chen started to walk towards the direction of the inn.
Listening to the steady heartbeat ringing in his ears, Mu Lin felt a wave of fatigue wash over her.
Holding the woman in his arms, Jing Chen looked at her tenderly. If he could, he really wanted to hold her like this forever without letting go.
