"Had enough rest?" Lin Yi asked as he fiddled with the bedsheet beside her. Then, under her puzzled gaze, he helped her stand.
Then Lin Yi crouched halfway in front of her and motioned for her to climb onto his back. "Get on. I'll carry you!"
"Huh? Ah... oh, okay!" Li Huiyuan had yet to recover. Without even having time to wipe away her tears, she hurried onto his back.
She could not put any strength into one foot, making the climb rather awkward. Lin Yi had to support her bottom several times before she was securely on his back.
The Qing dynasty was long gone, and this was a matter of life and death. No one cared about things like men and women avoiding physical contact.
Once she was settled, Lin Yi used the bedsheet to bind himself and Li Huiyuan tightly together.
"This was the only daily necessity that could hold you in place at all. You'll have to make do."
Lin Yi gripped the outsides of Li Huiyuan's thighs with both hands and leaned forward slightly, as though possessed by Camel Xiangzi in his prime, exuding the aura of the ultimate rickshaw puller.
"Hold tight. I'm going to run."
Li Huiyuan murmured her assent and tightened her arms around Lin Yi's neck.
Lin Yi clenched the bedsheet's knot between his teeth, took a deep breath, picked a direction, and kicked off hard, sprinting like a bullet.
Lin Yi ran so fast, with such tremendous momentum, that Li Huiyuan found herself nearly thrown off despite how tightly she held on. But the knotted bedsheet kept her secure on his back.
There was no helping it. With one hand gripping each of her legs, Lin Yi simply had no third hand to steady her body.
As for carrying her