Meng Siyu forcibly carried Tang Yue on his back, not giving her a chance to refuse, and said: "Xiao Yue, don't try to be strong, let me carry you. We can walk a bit faster this way. Don't you want to see Xiao Jun sooner?"
"I do."
Tang Yue naturally wanted to, but looking at the seemingly endless road to Changshui Village, she couldn't help but say, "But walking is hard enough, and carrying me on your back..."
Tang Yue felt sorry for Meng Siyu.
"Silly girl."
Meng Siyu adjusted her on his back to make her more comfortable and walked briskly, saying, "Your weight is nothing compared to what we carry during cross-country training. This little stretch of road is nothing for us."
"Carrying you is much easier than carrying those packs."
He glanced aside as he spoke, and no matter when, in front of Tang Yue, his gaze was always full of indulgence.
