"Whew—" Luo Chao put Yan Ruyu down and plopped right onto the ground, stretching his neck like a dog and gasping for air, "Dear, you're really heavy. If it weren't for your husband being extraordinarily fit, I'd be exhausted."
"Who asked you to run so fast? Besides, if you put me down, I could run by myself, and you wouldn't be so tired, would you? Why are you sitting down now? Won't that thing catch up with us?" Yan Ruyu didn't even have time to argue over Luo Chao's terms of endearment as she pulled a white silk scarf from her bosom to wipe the sweat off Luo Chao's forehead.
"No need to worry, we ran so far that it won't catch up." Luo Chao waved his hand and said, then grabbed Yan Ruyu's hand that was wiping his sweat, looking infatuated, murmuring, "If only Qianqian could wipe my sweat now, if Lin Yun—ugh—" Luo Chao didn't finish his sentence; instead, it turned into a long sigh.
