That afternoon, Cheng Zhirang moved into Mu Qiu's little villa.
With two suitcases, he stood at the door waiting for directions.
It really felt like a foreigner boarding at the landlord's apartment building.
Mu Qiu sat barefoot on a barstool, swirling around while swinging her legs and directing him.
"Except for clothes and toiletries, nothing else can go upstairs. Shoes can only be placed in the disinfecting shoe cabinet at the door."
"Okay."
He let go of one suitcase, leaving it on the ground, pushed down the handle of the suitcase on his left hand, and lifted it with one hand.
Mu Qiu thought he was about to go upstairs to put things away, but instead, he walked over to her and directly picked her up with his right hand.
She was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around him.
Cheng Zhirang had the mood to laugh: "Hold tight, both my hands are occupied, can't protect you in time."
"...Then why are you carrying me?!"
