The two kissed passionately for a long time. Shi Yang held Zhao Meimei tightly, pressing her against himself, and in a hoarse voice, he whispered, "If we don't go home now, I can't hold on any longer."
Zhao Meimei snuggled in his arms, thoroughly enjoying the intimacy with her lover. She coyly said, "My legs are weak, I can't walk."
Without hesitation, Shi Yang released her, stepped forward, and turned his back, "Get on, I'll carry you."
Zhao Meimei draped herself over him, wrapping her arms around Shi Yang's neck. She leaned close to his ear and asked, "Is this like Pigsy carrying his wife?"
Shi Yang playfully slapped her butt twice, "It's a husband carrying his wife."
Zhao Meimei giggled out loud.
Shi Yang teased her, "Wife, call me 'husband,' let me hear it."
Zhao Meimei obliged, "Husband."
Shi Yang pretended to stumble, "Oh no, you called me so sweetly that my legs turned to jelly."
