Feet... Might Not Be So Bad.

"...We're almost there. Mr. Liu Bai, please put me down."

Mei's overheated brain, flustered by the princess carry and Acheron's "matchmaking," was now reminding her that it needed cooling down.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Thanks to you..."

She was fine. Maybe because she was too embarrassed, Mei could no longer feel the tingling numbness in her lower abdomen.

...Though from a certain perspective, things were not much better than before.

Hearing that, Liu Bai gently set Mei down.

But Mei immediately stumbled, and only Liu Bai catching her hand kept her steady.

Fine, her legs were still a little weak.

...Wasn't that basically being weak-kneed?

Mei somehow thought of that.

This was way too embarrassing.

...Mei! Show the composure of a daughter from a distinguished martial family--!

It wasn't as if you had never secretly read those naughty magazines--!

Mei took several deep breaths in an effort to compose herself.

"...If you can't stand steadily, I can keep supporting you."

Liu Bai felt a little moved as he watched Mei trying so hard.

"You can't rush getting used to this sort of thing."

Rush getting used to it?

Did that mean--

"...No, of course we weren't rushing anything."

Ahem... She had nearly gotten the wrong idea.

Mei tried hard to get serious again.

Deep breaths... Deep breaths...

It was only a princess carry.

It was nothing. Her father had carried her when she was little, too.

So there was absolutely...

Absolutely my ass--!

Was being carried by her actual father the same as being carried for the first time by an opposite-sex peer--!

"Mei..."

At some point, the door beside them had quietly opened a crack.

Kiana's deeply resentful gaze peered out from within.

"Eek--!"

Then Liu Bai grabbed Kiana by her little white tuft of hair and pulled her