"In this castle, don't bother with anyone. They don't deserve to know you. You belong solely to me here; you just need to listen to me, understand?" he said as he walked.
"Mm! I understand!" She felt that his shirt was slightly damp and said, "Young Master, am I too heavy? Let me down, I can walk on my own."
"Hold tight to me." Beitang Yao commanded, "If you know you're heavy, don't move around, or you'll just increase my burden!"
Hearing this, Xia Qingqian stayed still in his arms, letting him hold her. She felt a bit embarrassed as Beitang Yao implied she was heavy.
If she were that heavy, how could he always carry her in and out of the bathroom...
But at this moment, she obediently kept her mouth shut, lifting her gaze to his cold, handsome face, not knowing how far he would carry her.
She hoped this path would never have an endpoint; she wished they could keep walking forever.
