Si Yuting did heed the advice, choosing the princess carry this time.
Qu Tong reflexively hooked her arms around Si Yuting's neck as soon as she was lifted.
Looking up, she could see Si Yuting's taut jawline and the protruding, sexy Adam's apple.
Qu Tong couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
The Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
In that moment, Si Yuting also stopped walking, his gaze lowered and his eyes dim and unfathomable.
Qu Tong pulled a smile and, like a good girl, withdrew her hand.
Si Yuting averted his gaze and continued walking toward the bed.
Qu Tong felt a bit nervous, her palms slightly sweaty as if a tiny deer were crashing around in her heart.
When she was tucked into the blanket, the little deer seemed to have met its end…
She couldn't help but doubt…
Were her legs not long enough?
Was her waist not slender?
Were her lips not soft?
Was Si Yuting ill?!
He didn't look like it?
