Suddenly lifted up, Gu Jiaojiao let out a cry of surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around Leng Yuan's neck.
When she came to her senses, her face was flushed crimson.
Leng Yuan was holding her just as one would hold a child.
Although she wasn't heavy, she still weighed over ninety pounds. Yet, the man lifted her with a single arm without the slightest effort. Sitting on his arm, Gu Jiaojiao could immediately feel its immense strength.
She couldn't help but think about last night, the entire night... Her legs instantly went soft.
"Leng, Leng Yuan."
The moment Gu Jiaojiao opened her mouth, the man was already striding toward their house.
Back in the room, Leng Yuan tossed the box aside and placed Gu Jiaojiao directly on the kang bed. The kerosene lamp wasn't lit, plunging the room into darkness. This made Gu Jiaojiao's senses feel exceptionally sharp.
