"Yuying..."
"...Yuying."
"YUYING!"
After hearing her name called several times, Sun Yuying slowly fluttered her eyes open and the first thing she saw was Yang Wei's face, staring at her with his usual expression and big blue eyes.
"Oh, you're awake!" Yang Wei smiled down at her.
Sun Yuying's gaze shifted to the side and realized she wasn't on the ground; no, she was actually being carried by Yang Wei.
Looking back at him, her face turned a light shade of red.
Y-, YANG WEI?!
"W-why are... you so..." her voice trailed off, as if embarrassed to finish her question.
"Huh?" Yang Wei asked, "Could you say that again? I couldn't hear you."
Sun Yuying twiddled her thumbs, her face a bit red. "I-, I said... why're you, you know, c-carrying me..." Her breathing started to pick up, and she felt uncomfortable, her chest rising and falling heavily with each breath.
