Last time I was held like this too, maybe the clothes I wore back then weren't as thick, and the temperature wasn't as scorching as it is now.
After walking a long distance, An Hao felt tired even just being carried. She looked up at Qin Jian and saw his jaw clenched tightly, his thin lips pressed together, a line of sweat slowly sliding down his cheek.
"Are you tired?" An Hao said, feeling embarrassed, "Am I very heavy?"
"Are you doubting my strength or overestimating your own weight?" Qin Jian looked down at An Hao and said indifferently, "Back when I did field surveys, I traveled through mountains and valleys with a pack. I had to walk a lot in one night, compared to that, this is nothing."
"I know." An Hao felt a pang of heartache for Qin Jian and blurted out, "But weren't you younger back then?"
Suddenly, Qin Jian stopped and stared at the little woman in his arms, "Are you saying you dislike that I'm older than you?"
