Weilan was held in Lu Hechen's arms, and the cool sea breeze blew at night. His body was very warm, and hiding in his embrace was enough to fend off the sea wind's assault.
But Weilan didn't want to immerse herself in this warmth. She said gravely, "I can walk by myself."
She began to struggle.
Lu Hechen's voice was domineering yet gentle, "If you don't want me to do anything else, just let me hold you."
This was the first time he had spoken so imperiously since they had been apart.
There was an undeniable firmness in his tone.
Weilan was startled by him and frowned tightly, "What right do you have to control me like this? I can walk on my own, I don't need you."
"Even if you hate me, there's no need to show off your toughness like this. Your foot is sprained, just be good and let me carry you over, it's just for a moment." He held Weilan even tighter and buried his nose in the nape of her neck, taking a deep breath of her scent without restraint.
