Being questioned, Jiang Ruan's small face smiled sweetly, her lively big eyes blinking with a request: "Carry me, otherwise you can piggyback me."
Bao Ye: "..."
"You can choose one, okay? I'm so skinny, it doesn't take much effort to carry or piggyback me."
She was quite assertive.
Seeing that he remained unmoved, Jiang Ruan acted pitifully, speaking in a coquettish tone: "Bao Ye, my feet hurt~"
The girl spoke with a seductive charm.
Listening to her, it felt as if she were inviting intimacy.
Bao Ye only felt a dryness in his throat.
In the end, unable to resist, just as she was about to speak again, he bent his tall figure, wrapped his left hand around her waist, used his right hand to hold her slender legs, and lifted her up.
"Alright now?" he asked.
Holding her, he walked forward.
The street lights cast long shadows on the ground of the two.
But it was just one person's shadow.
