"No... no need, I can walk by myself..."
"Do you plan to walk back? Until when?" He squatted down, "Hurry up, don't dawdle."
There was no emotion in his tone, very impatient.
Nan Yuesheng thought about how he had saved her and her daughter by flying over, so she bravely leaned on his back; he carried her, and reached out to hold Mo Ningyi in his arms, "Hold tight, let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yuesheng was completely dumbfounded, tightly hugging his neck with both hands, her face pressed against his back for fear of falling down and smashing into pieces.
If she hadn't experienced it herself, she wouldn't believe she was actually flying at this moment.
A human aircraft?
Who exactly is this man?!
His speed wasn't very fast, as if he was also worried about her falling, the wind whistled past his ears.
Nan Yuesheng's heart turned to pus; she lay there, crying silently, the tears she thought she had run out of once again came forth, wetting the man's back.
