Chapitre 1261: Wedding (5)

The Ninth Princess sat on the swing with a hopeless expression. So when he said to let her move by herself, he really meant it. But how could she move?

"I… I can't move." She said weakly. She was too thin and did not have the strength to swing the swing herself.

"Idiot!" Little Bruiser thought to himself, Couldn't you have stood up and taken a few steps before suddenly sitting down and using the momentum to let the swing fly? As he muttered in his heart, he went behind the Ninth Princess and reached out. "Hold on tight."

"Okay." The Ninth Princess gripped the rope of the swing tightly.

Little Bruiser gently pushed her up. She flew into the sky. A breeze blew past her face. She seemed to feel a familiar aura, and her forgotten memories seemed to be boiling water droplets in her mind. "I… I thought of something…" she said nervously.