Rong Xiyi: "..."
"Xu Lin, you better carry me later!"
Rong Xiyi thought about it; it's only fifteen minutes, she could endure it. She piggybacked Xu Lin, walking slowly.
"Young man, this isn't right. How can you let a young girl carry you?"
At this moment, a fifty-something man nearby couldn't stand it anymore. The way he was raised was that men should be more accommodating to women, and it's no big deal for men to suffer some losses.
Xu Lin glanced at him and said, "Sir, go home and get some sleep!"
The man: ...
Xu Lin said to Rong Xiyi, "Good sister, let's go!"
"Xu Lin, you're such a bastard. You better carry me later!"
Rong Xiyi puffed up angrily, barely enduring carrying Xu Lin for fifteen minutes.
"Xu Lin, it's my turn now!"
Rong Xiyi didn't even wait for Xu Lin to squat down a bit. She just climbed onto Xu Lin's back, making him carry her, her face full of a cheeky grin, beyond excited.
Rong Xiyi emphasized, "Half an hour, not a second less."
