Hold on tight, be careful not to fall off.
"Luo..."
Bai Xiaoxiao suddenly left her wheelchair, with rounded eyes wide open in surprise, staring at the man who just picked her up.
"Hold me tight, be careful not to fall."
His words were interrupted by Luo Haofeng, who had a gentle and sincere gaze, without any hint of malice. He was simply carrying her upstairs.
Bai Xiaoxiao blinked, her hands softly grasping his clothes.
On the side, Wen Jin watched Luo Haofeng carry Bai Xiaoxiao upstairs with amusement in his eyes.
This was the first time Bai Xiaoxiao had been carried by a man, aside from her father, of course. Accompanying Luo Haofeng's steps up the stairs, she could clearly hear his steady, powerful heartbeat. The scent she inhaled was a refreshing, masculine aroma that unintentionally made her heart race.