She was picked up by Jiang Shu.
"Thud, thud, thud..." She heard the man's steady and powerful heartbeat.
Su Luo was somewhat embarrassed, her hands unsure whether to grasp or let go, stuttered, "I can walk by myself!"
The man returned to his usual indifferent expression, "I don't want to treat your wounds again!"
Fine!
So, he is annoyed by my trouble.
Jiang Yang knows Su Luo quite well. The main dishes at the table are meat, supplemented by vegetables. The smell of roasted pigeon and brined pork hocks tempted Su Luo.
Jiang Yang pretended to ignore Jiang Shu carrying Su Luo in his arms, as if he didn't notice it happen.
Qing Yi, however, didn't have such restraint. Her eyes widened as she stared at Su Luo, as if trying to see her turn into a flower.
Su Luo was already somewhat embarrassed, and that scrutiny made her feel even more awkward.
