Why Are You Carrying Her (1)

Ye Sijue never felt a greater urge to look at a person's face, so even when he knew it might alarm her, he still reached out and removed the book covering her little face.

Sure enough, Mo Xiaomeng was alarmed, and the long, curled eyelashes fanned like a butterfly.

Ye Sijue sat down and gazed at her, unblinking, as if waiting for the butterfly to flutter.

However, Mo Xiaomeng only stirred in her expression before continuing to sleep.

His palm on the floor, Ye Sijue noticed that the floor was a bit cold.

Looking again, this little thing was lying directly on the floor without any carpet whatsoever beneath.

He wrinkled his brows.

It'd be easy to catch a cold like this.

With hardly any hesitation, his arms reached out to lift her up in a manner so gentle that he didn't even realize it.