"Ahh, my lady, what are you doing?" Mer Chu shouted, his voice rising in pitch, echoing his flustered expression as he gazed up at Jiho.
His face flushed a deep crimson, and his eyes darted around in a chaotic dance of embarrassment and confusion.
Held securely in Jiho's arms, his body was taut, muscles rigid with shock. He felt as if the ground had been pulled from beneath him, leaving him suspended in a surreal moment.
Jiho had lifted him effortlessly into a princess carry, her strong arms cradling him with a blend of strength and tenderness. She looked down at him, a calm smile playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous sparkle.
"What do you mean, 'what am I doing'? I am just helping my husband because he cannot walk," she replied smoothly.
Her movements were graceful and deliberate, each step she took steady and assured, contrasting sharply with Mer Chu's visible discomfort.
