"...I might have sprained a muscle," Tang Li replied.
A sigh seemed to echo in her ears.
Just as Tang Li tried to identify it, her feet left the ground. It wasn't a princess carry, but rather like a koala hug. The sudden suspension made her instinctively want to grab onto something, and she ended up clinging to Song Baiyan's broad shoulders, her view completely dominated by the camouflage fatigues the man wore.
Song Baiyan lifted her easily, seemingly without much effort.
Or maybe, it was just that he had strong arms.
The man's right hand was positioned across her back, his other arm scooped under her legs, lifting her up slightly.
It wasn't their first time being this close, but it still left her flustered.
Tang Li's fingers gripped the camouflage fabric on Song Baiyan's shoulder, and with each breath, she inhaled the increasingly familiar scent of his body.
