They were adorable.
Unfortunately, Qiong Xing's body was reaching its limit.
Looking down, Rui and Yue were clinging to each of his legs.
Lian was riding piggyback on his back.
He was carrying the still very young Hui in his arms.
Mayo and Mao sat comfortably on his shoulders.
They were heavy.
Very heavy.
Each child alone did not weigh much, and Mayo and Mao had shrunk themselves.
Even so, there were simply too many of them.
As a man, Qiong Xing was capable of walking while carrying children.
However, with all of them attached to him at once, his pace had become noticeably slower, his stamina was draining rapidly, and his knees were beginning to tremble.
"Mama isn't as strong as your papas. Besides, instead of walking like this, Mama would rather hold everyone's hands while we walk together."
Mayo and Mao were one thing.
But carrying all four children at once was simply too much.
"..."
