Although Li Lingyu did not resist, the tension in her heart was self-evident.
Zhang Yang could feel the delicate body in his arms, tightly tensed due to excessive nervousness.
She seemed like a bewildered little deer, somewhat adorably lost, which made Zhang Yang unable to suppress a protective urge.
"Yu'er, shall we go to the bedroom?"
Li Lingyu subconsciously nodded, and then Zhang Yang swept her off her feet into a carry.
Zhang Yang had already noticed that Li Lingyu seemed to really like being carried in his arms like a princess.
And as expected, once held, Li Lingyu buried her head into Zhang Yang's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
Allowing Zhang Yang to carry her to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Zhang Yang did not turn on the light, but instead used the moonlight streaming in from outside to gaze at the faint outline of her delicate figure.
Zhang Yang asked considerately, "Are you feeling a little better now?"
