Jing Jiaren's heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.
He pushed the chef away hard, his body was weak and he swayed forward.
He has always been arrogant and awe-inspiring, but now he can't even walk without support...
He breathed hot air and raised his lips mercilessly: "Come here and help me go upstairs."
Jing Jiaren walked over silently and put his hand on her shoulder.
He was so heavy that his body slumped over him, and her body immediately fell to the ground.
Ximen Longting said coldly: "Why, after eating so much of me, you can't even help me?"
"..."
"Carry me upstairs."
Carry him upstairs?!
With his weight of 150 kilograms and height of over 1.8 meters, even a strong man like the chef would find it difficult to carry him, let alone someone as small as Jing Jiaren.
"Why, you can't carry it?" He deliberately embarrassed her, "I have done so much for you, what have you done for me?"
His cold fingers pinched her chin: "Woman, apart from hurting me, what have you ever done for me?"
Yes, why hasn't she done it for him?
"I can carry you without fear of falling, but I'm afraid that it would be bad if you fall because of your noble status."
"Haha." Ximen Longting seemed to have heard a big joke, "You have broken my heart thousands of times, am I still afraid of breaking it?"
Jing Jiaren finally raised her head and looked directly into his eyes.
Why did the emotion in his red eyes make her so sad?
She only took one look, and her heart ached so much that she could never look at it again.
Gritting his teeth: "Okay, I'll carry it."
"..."
She took off her slippers and stood in front of him with her slender body, ready to carry him.
Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, and he climbed on her back without any courtesy.
The heavy force came over, instantly suffocating Jing Jiaren——
[The whole world is carried on your back, do you think it is heavy or not?]
He once carried her out of the orchard and down a very long staircase.
Jing Jiaren slowly raised her lips, it turned out that this "world" is so important.
She carried him with difficulty, holding his pants with both hands, and the wound on her back was pressed, causing a cold pain.
"What, can't you carry it?" His deep voice rang in his ears.
Jing Jiaren's eyes flashed, and she took a few steps forward with him behind her back.
The chefs and servants stood on both sides in panic, ready to help them if they fell.
Jing Jiaren bit her lip and carried Ximen Longting for more than ten steps in one breath. His feet fell to the ground and he was almost dragged away.
"Jing Jiaren, is this what you call carrying me?"
"You are too long..."
Jing Jiaren wiped her sweat and looked at the spiral staircase.
Compared to the long staircase in the orchard, this was just child's play, but for her, who was carrying Ximen Longting on her back, she would faint just by looking at it.
She really thought she would roll down with him halfway.
"You can give up at any time," his gloomy voice came, "I will give you time to practice slowly until you can't move me."
"Then, are you going to postpone my departure indefinitely?" Jing Jiaren said sharply, "Your ability to go back on your word is still so strong."
"..."
"You are a masochist yourself, don't drag me to the funeral!"
Her ruthless words turned his reluctance into anger again.
There seemed to be a fanged monster appearing in Ximen Longting's eyes. It laughed at him for being so injured that he was still abusing his affection towards her!