He straightened his waist stiffly on Ding Yixin's back, his entire body tense.
He didn't even know where to put his hands, so he just braced them on Ding Yixin's shoulders.
Right at that moment, Ding Yixin's supporting hands suddenly lifted him up a little.
Rong Xingyu's body pitched forward and he fell fully onto Ding Yixin's back.
His chest pressed against Ding Yixin's back and now their bodies were truly in close contact.
Rong Xingyu: "…"
His nose was practically touching Ding Yixin's hair.
Ding Yixin walked calmly through the snow, every step steady and unhurried.
"You can put me down. I'm heavy," Rong Xingyu muttered.
Ding Yixin let out a low laugh. "Yuyu is light like a feather."
As if to prove his words, he bounced Rong Xingyu twice.
Rong Xingyu gasped in surprise. He was afraid he would slip off, so he quickly wrapped his arms around Ding Yixin's neck.
"I—I'm still angry," Rong Xingyu said in a muffled voice.
