Song Lin flashed him a sweet smile. "...Carry me? Of course! It was your idea after all. You can't back out now. Turn around. How else am I going to climb onto your back?" Her smile was sweet and her eyes hinted at mischief.
Zhang Ziwen helplessly turned around, lowering his body. He cursed himself inside. Of all the ideas to come up with, he had to choose this one. Now, he wasn't even allowed to back out. She clearly had the better end of the deal, and Zhang Ziwen was strongly aware that he was at a disadvantage.
Song Lin placed her hands on his shoulders and hopped onto his back. As she positioned herself, she let out a quiet, playful "hee!" Her entire body was now draped on his back, and she patted his chest gently, breathing softly in his ear to let him know she was settled and he could get up.
