The sun was getting tired.
Yang Wei and Mu Lingxi had been walking quietly for nearly an hour, but with Mu Lin joining them, things got livelier. The proud and beautiful lady sat on Yang Wei's shoulders, her soft thighs framing his head.
"Are you sure you're okay down there?" Mu Lin asked.
Her hands were playing with Yang Wei's snowy white hair.
"Err, don't worry, you're light as a feather..."
Yang Wei looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of her face.
Next, he grinned broadly.
Mu Lin chuckled softly, looking quite pleased with her beloved as she covered her mouth with her delicate hand.
"That's how you talk to a lady. Any other man might've said something silly like 'you're not that heavy.' Seems like my man knows how to handle things. Ohohoho~ how competent."
