"I must be heavy," Ye Qianning said.
"You're not."
Ye Qianning's lips curled. 'He's so stubborn.'
Sang Zhi walked very slowly with her on his back, but his steps were steady.
He was, however, still displeased. To think he appeared so weak in the chubby girl's eyes.
He secretly made a resolution. 'I must train my body well in the future. Even if she grows up to be a three-hundred-jin fatty, I'll still be able to carry her.'
Ye Qianning rested her head on his shoulder, using her pocket space to subtly lighten her weight. She was afraid she'd crush the boy and stunt his growth.
"Here, have a fruit." Her small hand brought it to his lips.
Sang Zhi didn't get a clear look at it before she popped it into his mouth. It was fragrant and sweet, absolutely delicious.
"What is it?" he asked, curious.
"Something to make you taller." As Ye Qianning spoke, she patted the top of his head. "I'm worried you won't grow tall in the future, so you need some supplements."
