The night breeze swept by, dispelling the last trace of awkwardness and oppression in the air, leaving only a sweetness that was about to overflow.
"cough……"
Ye Yao cleared his throat, then remembered the important matter. He looked down at her feet and asked, "Does your foot still hurt?"
Only after being reminded by him did Leng Siqing belatedly realize that her ankle was throbbing with pain.
I was so caught up in my emotions that I completely forgot about that.
She winced and hissed, "It hurts..."
Ye Yao chuckled, and without saying a word, he squatted down in front of her again.
"Get on, I'll carry you back."
This time, Leng Siqing didn't hesitate.
She pursed her lips, a shy smile on her face, and obediently lay down on top of him.
"Hurry up."
"Um!"
Ye Yao carried her on his back, taking steady steps, and walked towards home.
Lying on his back, Leng Siqing felt a sense of peace and security she had never experienced before.
She secretly turned her face to the side, pressing her cheek against the back of her beloved man, greedily savoring his warmth and breath.
Leng Siqing couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother Ye Yao, am I heavy?"
Ye Yao paused for a moment, then answered seriously, "Heavy."
Leng Siqing's heart sank: "Huh?"
"Nonsense, you're being too lenient."
Ye Yao's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible amusement: "It's like you're carrying a feather on your back. You need to eat more and gain some weight, otherwise the wind will blow you away."
"I'm not that thin!"
Leng Siqing gave him a light punch on the back, but her cheeks burned.
Is this considered...flirting?
The night was gentle, and the moonlight was bright.
The road home seems to have become very short.
It also seems...very, very long.
Long enough for them to make a lifelong promise.
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