The Fourth Master was amused by her reaction: "You little fox."
With that, he bent down to scoop her up horizontally: "Blurred like this, let me carry you."
"Hey, put me down, this... isn't good," Ye Zao hurriedly said.
"Alright, don't move, falling down would be worse." The Fourth Master smiled as he held her steadily.
Returning to the Bimonthly Pavilion from here wasn't far at all, just a short walk after crossing the bridge.
But no matter how light Ye Zao was, she was still an adult and heavy for the Fourth Master.
Yet, the Fourth Master insisted, holding her firmly as he walked back.
Ye Zao clung to the Fourth Master's neck, her mind a mess. But she still thought, after all these years together, to have a man willing to carry you on his own accord—this is love, isn't it?
At lunchtime, the Third Princess stayed at the Bimonthly Pavilion to dine with the Fourth Master and them.
Once Ye Zao learned she might be pregnant, she couldn't skip meals anymore.
