Seeing that his wife had fallen silent, he carried her back to the stool, intending to put her down, but why did he find it so difficult to let go?
As he thought this, he actually did just that, standing there holding his wife, unwilling to put her down, as if time itself had come to a halt.
"..." At this moment, Xiaoxiao came to her senses and realized she was still in Yang Ming's arms.
What should she do, should she try to break free? But she had already tried that, and it didn't seem to work very well, she couldn't overpower Yang Ming.
Moreover, she had never experienced a princess carry before.
Forget it, she thought she'd just wait for Yang Ming to put her down on his own, but as she waited, it felt like a long time had passed and Yang Ming showed no signs of letting go.
She felt like she couldn't hold on much longer, her dangling arms didn't know where to rest, and the posture was very unflattering.
