"Yingying, there's no one around."
Hearing Shen Mosheng's words, Han Yingying surreptitiously glanced around and, finding that they really were alone, finally relaxed.
"Let me down now."
As soon as her feet hit the ground, Han Yingying immediately glared at Shen Mosheng with a fierce warning.
"Shen Mosheng, don't you ever carry me like that again. I'm not a child."
"Was it uncomfortable?"
"No, but it was embarrassing."
"Why?"
"It just was very embarrassing." Han Yingying had a headache, feeling that being carried single-armed was simply too shameful.
"I thought it was nice."
Han Yingying immediately retorted, her tiny expression fierce, "It was not nice, not nice at all. Don't you ever carry me that way again, or I will fall out with you!"
Although he couldn't understand why she was so averse to the method of carrying, Shen Mosheng nodded and made a promise.
"You promise," Han Yingying insisted.
"I promise."