Lu Jinyan's back was warm, and Wen Duoduo nestled greedily in the nook of his neck, recalling everything that had just happened, feeling nothing but warmth and sweetness.
Her lips were close to Lu Jinyan's ear, whispering softly, with a faint warmth brushing against his ear.
"Lu Jinyan, you might not believe it, but this is actually the first time I've been carried by a man since I was a child."
Wen Duoduo wasn't lying.
When she was very young, she didn't enjoy this kind of treatment even when her parents were alive.
Because she could see illusions from a young age, her father treated her like a monster and never got close to her.
Especially after her mother's tragic death in a car accident, her father blamed her for it, saying she was a jinx and avoiding her like the plague.
Let alone being loved like other fathers would, he naturally never carried her once.
God knows how much she longed at that time to lie on her father's broad back...
