Nan Fei felt uneasy. Even though she was being carried on his back, she stubbornly refused to wrap her arms around his neck, and her body was rigid.
Huo Beijiang's mouth curled into a charming arc. He noticed his wife's little mood but said nothing, walking back through numerous checkpoints amidst the shocked gazes of countless people.
His wife was uncooperative, but he had his ways.
Being carried on his back, Nan Fei couldn't help but recall the last time he carried her in their hometown in Qi Li Town. At that time, he was drunk, yet he had a serious demeanor, and even her gloomy mood had improved significantly.
"No, that's not right!" Huo Beijiang suddenly halted, his tone serious.
"What's wrong?"
"I should be carrying you in a princess hold!" Huo Beijiang was full of regret, "Carrying on the back isn't good, holding you is better!"
