Xie Limo's gaze glinted. He felt rather confused. Why do all women like the feeling of being carried? It seemed like his mother enjoyed it too.
He lowered his head and kissed Yun Bixue's forehead. "As long as you want me to, I will carry you."
Yun Bixue had a sudden surge of energy. She asked, "Then… What if we're both old and unable to walk?"
Xie Limo imagined the two of them in their old age. Her pepper-and-salt hair would match well with his head of white hair. It was a fascinating feeling. It felt as though the two of them had spent a lifetime together.
Yun Bixue noticed that Xie Limo remained silent for a long time. His exquisite gaze appeared as still as a painting. She didn't get the answer that she wanted, and assumed that Xie Limo was reluctant to reply. She grudgingly flipped over, exposing her back to Xie Limo.
