Luo Qiangwei was too tired to push him away again and just responded with a cold and indifferent "Hmm."
Seeing that she didn't push him away, Mo Shiche's tense face visibly relaxed. He lowered his head to smell her hair and asked with a voice as low as a whisper, tinged with a tiny plea, "Are you tired from standing? Shall I carry you downstairs?"
Luo Qiangwei didn't even look at him, her tone oozing extreme impatience, "What exactly do you want? Do you plan to carry me and then throw me down just because I slapped Miss Sheng today, to even things out? I just want to go home. Do you have to keep making things difficult for me?"
Mo Shiche paused, his eyes visibly dimming before he finally let go and said softly, "No."
He didn't hold her again, but as if opting for the next best thing, he took her hand, "Then walk on your own. If your high heels become uncomfortable, let me know."
......
They arrived back at Mo Mansion well past six in the evening.
