The two of them walked hand in hand, neither wanting to let go, both feeling as sweet as if they had eaten honey, wishing time would freeze at that moment.
However, as they walked, Xiaoxiao started to feel discomfort, realizing her ankle was beginning to hurt—had she really twisted it earlier? Why was she so unlucky!
Her expression turned to one of pain, and it seemed she could no longer bear it. She started to limp, making it difficult to hide from her bargain husband.
Yang Ming immediately sensed that something was off with his wife and stopped in his tracks to ask with concern, "Wife, what’s wrong?"
Xiaoxiao pulled a long face and pouted, "Husband, my foot hurts."
"Did you twist it just now?" He regretted not insisting on holding her hand from the start.
"It seems like it." Xiaoxiao nodded her head, feeling utterly incapable. Indeed, she had twisted her ankle. Was this punishment for the little schemes she had played on her bargain husband?
Yang Ming immediately squatted down, "I’ll carry you back."
"I’m heavy," Xiaoxiao said with difficulty, remembering that last time after carrying her back, Yang Ming was inexplicably angry. She dared not let him carry her so hastily again.
"..." So he really did think she was too heavy. She wasn’t that heavy, barely reaching ninety pounds and not even a hundred yet.
Seeing his wife unmoved, was she unwilling to let him carry her? Even so, she couldn’t walk with a hurt foot; he couldn’t let her keep walking on her own.
"Come on, I’ve carried you before, right? I can really carry you."
"..." Knowing his capabilities, he carried her body, over a hundred pounds, without even panting for breath. She decided she needed to gain weight to see if he could still carry her then.
With these thoughts, Xiaoxiao obediently climbed onto Yang Ming’s back, because she knew she really couldn’t walk anymore. If he wanted to be angry afterward, so be it; carrying her was his honor.
"Xiaobai, follow behind us nicely, okay?" Xiaoxiao still remembered to remind Xiaobai, afraid he might get lost.
Watching the interaction between his wife and Xiaobai, Yang Ming could only think either his eyes were deceiving him, or his hearing was failing; Xiaobai looked fierce but behaved as docile as a little lapdog.
"Wife, hold on tight, I’m going to walk now," Yang Ming reminded his wife, then stood up and began walking forward, carrying her on his back.
After Yang Ming’s reminder, Xiaoxiao wrapped her arms around his neck, tighter and tighter, and rested her head on his back. Being carried by Yang Ming felt so secure, so very secure.
The previous time she was carried by Yang Ming, she actually fell asleep. This time she decided she must not fall asleep; she wanted to savor the feeling of being carried.
"Husband, can you speak a foreign language?"
"You know, the language spoken by people from other places."
"Then let me teach you."
"Hahaha, say it again, I want to listen."
"Ai la fu you. What does it mean?"
"It means goodnight. From now on, say that to me before you sleep."
"Okay." Seeing his wife laugh like that, he felt it certainly wasn’t the meaning of goodnight, but as long as his wife was happy, that was all that mattered. If she liked hearing it, he would gladly say it to her.