She couldn't help but internally complain that his attractiveness didn't last more than three seconds, his serious demeanor earlier had made her heart race, but in the blink of an eye, he had reverted to this state.
Despite her inner monologue, she quietly squatted down in front of him.
"Baobao?"
His eyes filled with confusion, as if he didn't understand what she was trying to do.
She kept a rigid face and said two words, "Get on!"
"Huh?"
She glanced at him, "Didn't you say you couldn't walk anymore? Get on, I'll carry you back. Don't worry, I'm quite strong. Even if you were a few hundred pounds heavier, I could still carry you."
Liang Shujun's lips twitched, and she helplessly pulled Huiying up before lifting her up in his arms.
He walked with steady steps, showing none of the frailness from before.
She was startled and, fearing she might fall, quickly grabbed onto his clothes, "What are you doing? I'm supposed to carry you, not the other way around!"
