Jinbao had grown much taller than her.
Qin Yan stood on tiptoe and secretly compared their heights.
Even on tiptoe, she still fell short!
Her Younger Uncle held her under the arms and lifted the tiny, lightweight, pretty little girl onto the dog's back.
Qin Yan gripped Jinbao's fur with her little hands.
"Jinbao, does it hurt?"
Jinbao shook his head.
"Woof, woof."
It doesn't hurt. Hold on tight, Master.
"Am I heavy, then?"
She asked again, afraid she might crush Jinbao.
"Woof."
Not at all.
As if to prove his point, Jinbao started running through the woods with Qin Yan on his back.
A little frightened, Qin Yan hurriedly hugged Jinbao's neck and closed her eyes.
Meimei nearly rolled off Qin Yan's head, but managed to grab her hair in time.
"Jinbao, are you trying to murder this mouse?!"
Fu Nanshan stopped strolling along behind them and quickly caught up, placing a layer of protection around Qin Yan.
Once Jinbao started running, he kept going for two hours.
He was very fast. In just two hours, they had already reached the middle reaches of the mountain range.
When he finally stopped, Qin Yan's normally soft, smooth hair was sticking up a little. Dizzy, she slid off Jinbao's back.
Qin Yan said, "S-so dizzy. (???.???)"
Meimei planted one paw on its hip and pointed the other at Jinbao.
"You ran too fast! The little one's gotten dogsick!"
Qin Yan: "Urgh..."
"Little one, quick, have some fruit."
Meimei hurriedly stuffed a grape infused with spiritual energy into her mouth, and only then did she feel a little better.
Qin Yan's already snow-white face looked even paler.
Fu Nanshan gently patted her back and gave her water to help ease her discomfort.
Jinbao circled her. "Woof, woof..."
I'm sorry, Master.
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