Ming Mei's words carried a hint of coquetry. After going through such a heart-stopping ordeal, she craved someone she could lean on for support. The only person currently with her was Kang Chen.
So, she found herself wanting to rely on him, without even realizing it.
In fact, she herself had not even noticed.
Kang Chen's eyes narrowed as he looked at Ming Mei, his gaze filled with scrutiny and... rejection.
In his twenty or so years of life, Kang Chen had never held or carried any woman. He had always repulsed any woman who sought to get close.
When he had grabbed Ming Mei's wrist earlier, he had been wearing gloves; he hadn't been in direct contact with her.
But now that she was asking him to carry her, Kang Chen's first reaction was to reject her.
Kang Chen turned to look at the soldiers not far away, who were all standing as still as statues from surprise. They had never seen Kang Chen be so patient with a woman for so long. It was utterly terrifying...
