"W-wait..."
This time, Lin Qianqian didn't even have a chance to refuse.
Zhou Fan's strong arms scooped her up securely.
His distinctly masculine scent washed over her, leaving Lin Qianqian feeling deeply uncomfortable.
"I said you couldn't carry me on your back... I didn't say you could carry me in your arms."
"No piggyback, no carrying you in my arms. What, do you want to fly?"
Why did she have so many demands? He'd volunteered to carry her, and she was still finding fault with everything.
If you're so capable, walk on your own!
"Stop arguing. We still need to get back." Zhou Fan carried her toward the exit.
"I can walk by myself. Put me down..." Lin Qianqian bit her lip and spoke softly.
"If you've got the strength, then wriggle out yourself. I won't stop you," Zhou Fan said.
Lin Qianqian had nothing to say.
She really didn't have any strength left. Her whole body felt limp, and she was practically draped against Zhou Fan.
If she'd had any strength, she would have broken free long ago.
"If you don't have the strength, then be good and keep your mouth shut."
In the end, Lin Qianqian could only obediently shut her mouth.
She didn't want Zhou Fan to carry her.
It was a little embarrassing.
Especially something as intimate as a princess carry. That wasn't something people could just casually do.
If she'd known this would happen, she would have agreed to let Zhou Fan carry her on his back earlier.
Forget it.
He can carry me.
I've already taken a bath with Zhou Fan anyway.
Being carried for a bit isn't such a big deal.
Thinking of it that way made it much easier to accept.
And being held like this...
Lin Qianqian felt an inexplicable sense