Vivian looked at Ethan Hayes lying on the bed with a bewildered expression, doubting her ears.
Her gaze swept from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, then back from the foot to the head, even with the blanket covering him, you can't hide your height of one eighty-five, big guy!!
Are you sure you want me, a cute girl of only one fifty-five, to lift you high??
Maybe because Vivian was sitting there motionless, Ethan couldn't help but ask pitifully, "Is it impossible to lift me high now??"
Obviously! Of course, no!! Do you think you're still a three-year-old kid!?
But Ethan's expectant look in his eyes was too obvious, like a well-behaved child looking expectantly at a trusted relative, making it hard to refuse.
Vivian gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and took a deep breath, saying, "I'll try my best!!"
