When he saw the worry on her face, a flash of surprise passed through the depths of his eyes.
"Are you feeling sorry for me?"
Caught by his question, Su Xingyue felt somewhat embarrassed.
"I am afraid of exhausting you…" she pursed her lips and said.
Such a long distance, even if one person walked up alone, they would be worn out, let alone him carrying her.
This time he was out for work, and if he got exhausted because of her, she feared his subordinates would blame her as the beauty who brings trouble.
Upon hearing this, Nan Yuling's eyes narrowed slightly.
Afraid of exhausting him?
"Su Xingyue, even if you gain another hundred pounds, you won't exhaust me!" he muttered, with a trace of displeasure in his rebuttal.
Her weight was such that carrying her was no effort at all. In fact, it even gave him the idea to fatten her up a bit.
This woman was too thin!
...
Gain another hundred pounds?
"..."
Hearing his words, Su Xingyue's heart was filled with rejection.