"Your legs work just fine."
Leaning close, Jian Ci whispered next to his ear, his breath warm. "Little Xi, my thighs are burning, and my ankle feels a little painful."
Yu Xi finally understood, his brows lifting. "Are you jealous of Rowland?"
Jian Ci's lips curved into a sly smile. "Rowland who?"
Yu Xi laughed, shaking his head. "Cheeky bastard."
Jian Ci chuckled, then pressed further. "Why did you carry him? What happened?"
Yu Xi's lips curled so much he couldn't control the smile. "Are you really that jealous?"
Jian Ci's eyes gleamed. "I haven't even been carried in a princess carry, but others got special treatment."
Yu Xi pulled Jian Ci up with a firm tug, his voice sharp but tinged with exasperation. "Do you know how big you are? I can't carry you princess style."
Jian Ci's grin widened, his tone mischievous. "How would you know if you don't try it?"
