She simply stopped and didn't walk any further.
Chen Jiayan looked at her, his elegant eyes landing on her face as if he was trying to discern the truth of her words.
Xie Baola stared back with a pair of clear, black eyes.
The two of them looked at each other for a good ten seconds.
Seeing that he had no reaction, Xie Baola pouted and said discontentedly, "Fine, don't carry me then. What kind of friend are you?"
Xie Baola threw off Chen Jiayan's hand and was about to walk forward.
Chen Jiayan grabbed her wrist, "Wait."
Xie Baola turned back, intentionally making a stern face, "What?"
"I'll carry you."
Chen Jiayan's voice seemed somewhat helpless.
Xie Baola's eyebrows barely lifted.
Carry her?
Although Xie Baola was clearly delighted inside, she still protested, "If you think it's too much trouble, then forget it. After all, I've only injured one leg. The other leg is fine, I can still walk."
