Yan Qing, though looking lean, gave Ling Hua a peculiar sense of security as she lay on his back.
Safety is something she always provided for herself, but now that someone could make her feel secure, it confirmed her excellent judgment. She didn't misjudge him; this is the man she fancied, her pure and kind-hearted lover.
Even though he was very reluctant, he still compromised and did as she asked.
She savored this moment, feeling utterly content. If she couldn't have him hold her for a lifetime, having him carry her like this would be enough to satisfy her.
One shouldn't be too greedy; she understood this truth better than anyone.
When Yan Qing stopped at Qiyun Mountain's gate and couldn't free his hands, he said to Ling Hua, "You knock on the door knocker."
Ling Hua extended her small hand shakily from around Yan Qing's neck and knocked forcefully.
Yan Qing teased, "What grasshopper strength."
Ling Hua admitted to her lack of force, "It's all because of the golden saddle."
