"There are mosquitoes at night, and when they bite, you'll get welts."
Before Lin Qiao could say anything, Song Tingfan bravely bent down and scooped her into his arms, then steadily walked into the room.
After placing her on the bed, he turned around and closed the door.
Lin Qiao, dazed by his action, snapped back to reality, "......"
She felt it was necessary to say something. These spontaneous intimate moments, well, her heart couldn't take it.
"Tingfan, you don't have to carry me in the future, I can walk by myself."
Afraid he'd take it to heart, she quickly added, "I'm too heavy, be careful not to strain your back."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan chuckled twice, sat by the bed, looked at her, and said seriously, "I won't."
"Ahem, just in case."
"There is no just in case."
Fine, if there's no just in case, then there's no just in case. Lin Qiao didn't argue with him, glanced at his hair, and changed the topic, "Do you want me to wipe it for you?"
