"Where is your waist?"
"How should I hold you?"
When he usually held Mo Li or Xiao Ruoching, he would simply tuck them under his arm. But Dan Wulan's delicate body... if he did that... First, his injuries were very serious, and he likely didn't have the strength. Second, during this journey, he couldn't help but become aware of Dan Wulan's fullness, which might exacerbate his injuries... What happened at the Cold Pool Surface had already been a reluctant compromise. He surely couldn't expect her to carry him, could he?
A blush crept onto Dan Wulan's face as she shot a glare at Su Bei.
Then she took his large hand and placed it on her waist. Her body trembled slightly as she felt the warmth from his hand.
"Grip lightly..."
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
