If her legs weren't weak, that'd be the strange thing.
Song Yansheng's lips curled into a faint smile, the tenderness in his voice so strong it was about to drip.
He said, "It's okay, your husband will carry you out!"
Shi Nuan froze for a second, just about to refuse when Song Yansheng had already bent down, supporting her legs with one arm and lifting her up by the waist.
Shi Nuan let out a light call, "Second Uncle…"
Song Yansheng lowered his head and kissed Shi Nuan's forehead, his voice soft like he was soothing a child: "Be good, don't be scared."
Shi Nuan's face burned, but in the end she didn't object.
Song Yansheng added, "If you're shy, you can hide your face in my chest…"
"Mm."
Shi Nuan responded and actually buried her face against his chest.
In her ears, the man's heartbeat thumped steadily, rhythmically.
Listening to that sound, she felt very at ease.
Shi Nuan closed her eyes.
