"Then I can't carry you anymore."

Jiang Yimei let go, allowing Lin Congzhi to lie back on the bed.

His upper body plummeted from a height of several tens of centimeters, and Lin Congzhi was instantly in excruciating pain: "Ouch, girl, you're clearly trying to murder me!"

Jiang Yimei crossed her arms, speaking sharply and without a trace of sympathy: "It's only twenty or thirty centimeters long, what are you pretending for?"

Lin Congzhi frowned, clearly displeased: "Try it yourself. Imagine if your body was completely drained, leaving you with only a little strength, and someone dropped you from a height of twenty or thirty centimeters. What would that feel like?"

Jiang Yimei was speechless: "Lin Congzhi, can't you stop being so pretentious, you're a grown man?"

Lin Congzhi retorted, "Then can't you, a small woman, be a little gentler and kinder?"

Jiang Yimei glared angrily: "If I weren't gentle and kind, I would have stopped caring about whether you live or die long ago."

Unable to persuade the girl, Lin Congzhi had no choice but to compromise: "Alright, alright! Pick me up."

Jiang Yimei's face was icy, and she said decisively, "Too heavy, I can't carry you!"

Lin Congzhi patiently encouraged her, "Girl, I believe you can do it. You were already halfway up the load."

Jiang Yimei threw a tantrum: "I just can't carry you."

Lin Congzhi, with tears in his eyes, pleaded desperately, "Girl, please."

Who could stand that humble and subservient manner?

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I always feel soft-hearted when I see Lin Congzhi's weak appearance.

With a sigh, Jiang Yimei warned coldly, "Lin Congzhi, I'm warning you, don't try anything funny, or I'll leave immediately."

Lin Congzhi straightened his eyes and said confidently, "I will never play any tricks."

Judging from his appearance, he was probably not lying. Jiang Yimei reluctantly reached out again and picked up Lin Congzhi.

Although this one was also very heavy, I finally managed to lift this big guy up.

For a moment, she didn't even know if Lin Congzhi had been playing a trick on her.

Lin Congzhi kept his eyes fixed on him, never looking away for even a moment.

Its dark eyes constantly conveyed a clear message: it wanted to devour her.

The two, who weren't particularly close, had this awkward feeling hanging between them, at least that's how Jiang Yimei felt.

Then he called out to Gao Jiakai: "Xiao Kai, come and feed your Brother Lin."

Lin Congzhi pleaded tenderly, "Girl, I want you to feed me."

Jiang Yimei no longer gave Lin Congzhi any face and exposed his true intentions: "Lin Congzhi, put away your little schemes. There's no future for us."

Surprisingly, Lin Congzhi remained calm and composed, saying, "I don't expect you to come back to me. I only ask that you give me some food, even just a bite."

With such a compromise made, what reason did Jiang Yimei have to refuse? She immediately asked Gao Jiakai to bring the food over.

Gao Jiakai immediately and respectfully did as his sister-in-law instructed, bringing over the food.

After receiving the bowl and chopsticks, Jiang Yimei picked up a mouthful of white rice and brought it to Lin Congzhi's mouth.

Lin Congzhi stared intently at Jiang Yimei, his mouth opening mechanically as he chewed.

He was so infatuated because he knew this time would be short. He wanted to glance at the girl a few more times to heal some of the melancholy and pain in his heart.

After taking a few bites, he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth inside him.

Overwhelmed with a mix of emotions—gratitude, regret, and appreciation—he couldn't help but shed tears as he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Girl, your cooking is so delicious!"

Jiang Yimei knew that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.