Jiang Yumiao ran a couple of steps, then suddenly remembered that he wasn't supposed to be in any condition to do that.
He hurriedly stopped and, putting on the greatest performance of his life, began to limp.
Everyone: "..."
Director Yang and the guests looked utterly baffled. Jiang Yumiao had been bouncing around just a moment ago. Why had he turned into this the instant he saw Ning Chunchi?
Ning Chunchi, on the other hand, understood at once. Just as he'd thought, Little Grape had only been putting on a brave face in front of everyone. This was his real condition.
His eyes filled with tenderness and concern. He strode over to Jiang Yumiao, hooked an arm beneath his knees, and swept him up.
Carried bridal-style by Ning Chunchi in full view of everyone, Jiang Yumiao felt the various gazes around him and instantly flushed scarlet.
He also knew that no matter what he said, Ning Chunchi would never put him down. All he could do was bury his face in Ning Chunchi's chest, fooling himself into thinking that if no one could see his face, no one would know it was him.
And so Ning Chunchi carried him all the way back to the suite.
Even after entering the suite, Ning Chunchi didn't put Jiang Yumiao down. He carried him straight to the bed in his own bedroom.
Jiang Yumiao immediately stood up. "I got dirt on these clothes today. I don't want to dirty the bed."
"It's fine," Ning Chunchi said meaningfully. "If this bed gets dirty, there's another one."
Jiang Yumiao: "..."
He immediately remembered why they had switched beds last night.
His face was almost the same color as an apple now. He stammered, "I-I still have to write my letter."
He hadn't forgotten that they