She was feeling a bit playful and couldn't resist making a joke.
"Jingchuan, you see, if we had brought along an assistant on this trip, wouldn't it have spared you all this trouble?"
Pei Jingchuan gently put down the luggage in hand, turned around, and looked at Jiang Yuzhu with eyes full of indulgence and warmth.
The sunlight cast a golden edge on his profile from the side; at that moment, he seemed like the warmest light in Jiang Yuzhu's heart.
"Yuzhu," his voice was especially gentle in the sea breeze, "this trip is just for the two of us, and I wouldn't want an assistant to come and disturb us."
His words, light as the sea breeze, stirred up warm currents in Jiang Yuzhu's heart.
She smiled, a smile so bright that it could make the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.
"Don't you feel tired?" Jiang Yuzhu softly countered, her eyes filled with deep care and love for him.