Beiming Qinghan did not know why, but she could not resist Lin weiyue's coquettish behavior.
She looked at you with such clear and pitiful eyes, as if you would agree to anything she said.
Beiming Qinghan gently patted Lin weiyue's back."Okay, let's change rooms."
Beiming Qinghan was about to put Lin weiyue down, but Lin weiyue clung onto him like a fish and refused to let go.
"Let's change rooms!"
Lin weiyue blinked her big innocent eyes."Yes, let's change rooms. You can carry me there."
Lin weiyue said in a matter-of-fact tone and did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.
She was a modern woman and had received a lot of open-minded education. Moreover, she and beiming Qinghan were still husband and wife in name, so she did not feel any discomfort.
However, she had forgotten that this was the current era, not the modern era.