Ye Fan steadily secured Lu Xiangxiang on his back, his hands tightly pressed against Lu Xiangxiang's hips.
Lu Xiangxiang struggled for a while, to no effect.
"You're so annoying, who told you to carry me? I have legs and can walk myself. Carrying me without my consent, that's unethical." Lu Xiangxiang scolded, tears streaming down.
"Well, I cherish you too. If it weren't for our deep friendship, I wouldn't have carried you." Ye Fan said calmly.
"Everyone else is persevering, am I the only special one?" Lu Xiangxiang complained unhappily, yet her heart felt extremely happy.
