Shen Jue watched Rong Qingqing, who was happily bouncing on the bed like a child, and felt something explode in his heart.
Something very warm, very warm.
He took two steps forward, walked to her, reached out, and directly picked up the person standing on the bed.
Rong Qingqing was very thin and light.
Holding her in his arms, he felt almost no burden.
He carried her like a goofball, walking around the room in circles.
Her clear laughter echoed in his ears.
"Shen Jue, are you done yet? How long are you planning to walk? Carrying me like this, aren't you tired?"
At first, being carried like this by Shen Jue made Rong Qingqing very happy.
Her heart was filled to the brim with a sense of satisfaction.
But Shen Jue kept going around endlessly, and Rong Qingqing soon grew bored. Yet he remained enthusiastic, carrying her as he continued to walk.
Finally, Shen Jue stopped and carried Rong Qingqing to the bed, gently placing her down.
