Jiang Shuxia's stubbornness gave Lingxuyao a bit of a headache. He had originally planned to carry her down, but she was unwilling to do so no matter what, and had to lie on the back of a man.
Her arms were slender, she hooked onto Lingxuyao's neck with all her might, her breathing gentle as she pounced on Lingxuyao's ears. Jiang Shuxia felt a little absent-minded. The last time she was carried by someone like that, it seemed to be over ten years ago, and at that time, he was really regarded as the little princess in her hands. The happiness of a family of three seemed to never come back.
Her father's back was equally as soothing as his, causing Jiang Shuxia to feel moved.