"I did not!"
Xiaoyanzi hurriedly denied.
"Good then, Haoran, you quickly give her a piggyback, we'll have a race, just fifty meters, let's see who's faster!"
Honest Guy looked at Su Zelin, then at Xiaoyanzi, feeling quite troubled, yet with a slight hint of expectation.
"You guys, hurry up, stop dawdling. I'm so tired I could drop dead!"
Under Su Zelin's constant urging, Lu Haoran finally crouched down tentatively.
Xiaoyanzi hesitated, her face blushing as she climbed on.
Little Cutie's whole body trembled; his heart, already pounding, felt as if it would leap out of his chest.
Tang Yan wasn't like Qin Shiqing, who exercised regularly and was in good shape. She could hang on Su Zelin, but she was too afraid to hold Lu Haoran's hand too tightly. As soon as Honest Guy stood up, she was about to slide down, so Lu Haoran quickly reached out to grab her leg.
Xiaoyanzi's body... so soft.
Subconsciously, this thought popped into Lu Haoran's mind, startling him.
