"Feng Xueyan is much lighter than I imagined."
After taking a few steps, Xiaobei glanced at the way down the mountain, murmuring softly to himself.
Before, Xiaobei thought she would be a bit heavier.
But now, after actually carrying her, Xiaobei found she was indeed much lighter than he had expected.
As he made this judgment, a faint fragrance wafted from Feng Xueyan.
This subtle scent made Xiaobei a little moved.
Taking a deep breath and shaking off all distracting thoughts, Xiaobei instinctively held her tighter.
"Little bastard!"
Clasped firmly by Xiaobei, she shyly glanced at him.
Soon, she quietly leaned on Xiaobei's back...
Because they were walking down the mountain, her body tilted forward entirely, making close contact with Xiaobei's back.
If it were another man, she would certainly feel nauseous, but since it was Xiaobei carrying her, she didn't feel disgusted or have the urge to puke; instead, she felt a little pleased with herself.
