What's Going On

Jiang Yan Hai naturally would not turn into some unfeeling, macho blockhead just because of a girl's little thoughts. At that moment, he felt as if his heart had softened.

If he did not use the tenderness he had saved up for months on her, then who else would he use it on?

Perhaps this was the part he had been missing in his life.

In truth, Jiang Yan Hai had not carried her for long. After walking less than two hundred meters, Li Ruo Bai wanted to get down.

"My foot is fine now. It doesn't hurt much anymore. Put me down," Li Ruo Bai said, her lips right by Jiang Yan Hai's ear, her soft voice seeming to seep into his heart and lungs.

"How much do you weigh?" Jiang Yan Hai asked with a smile.

"Hey, don't you know you can't ask a girl her weight? Why are you asking how much I weigh? Are you tired? Put me down. My foot doesn't hurt anymore. I just twisted it a little earlier, it wasn't that bad," Li Ruo Bai hurriedly said.

"No, I just wanted to tell you that you probably weigh around fifty-five kilograms. When I do weighted cross-country training, I can carry sixty kilograms for dozens of kilometers without any problem," Jiang Yan Hai said with a smile, glancing back at her.

"And... I just want to carry you," Jiang Yan Hai added after a pause.

"Ah..." Li Ruo Bai felt her heart pounding fiercely. She pressed herself against Jiang Yan Hai's back again, her face snug against his, suddenly feeling an indescribable sense of security.

She was done for—completely sunk in. *Weren't soldiers supposed to be true-blue iron straight men? Why could he suddenly say such sweet things? How was she supposed to deal