"Either put me down or take me back to my room."
On the man's back, with her head buried, Lingfei shook his arm as she said.
"Alright."
Zhao Rong agreed without even thinking, and continued to carry them toward the master room.
Back to the room,
means back to his room.
Lingfei realized this too and bit her lip, silently saying:
"Not to the master room, but to the west wing where I sleep. You go to your room, or let Qian'er who treats you like a treasure accompany you, let me go… wasn't it you who said I'm the biggest boss at home."
Someone pretended to be deaf and mute, pondering how to distinguish between 'bedroom matters' and 'household matters' with the two clueless childhood friends. But alas, it seems they've become less easy to fool than when they were little.
"Didn't you hear?"
A certain soft flesh around the man's waist was twisted ninety degrees again.
"Not letting go." Zhao Rong shook his head, then bared his teeth and breathed in.
