"Why should it be seen as weak?" she countered. "My husband is carrying me inside my own house. Besides…" She glanced toward the windows where the last of the sunset had bled into deep indigo. "It's already dark. I don't see any problem."
She tilted her head, raising one eyebrow despite the clear lack of strength left in her body.
"Unless… you're embarrassed to carry me?"
Her tone was teasing, but there was a sharper edge beneath it.
Qin Wei opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Thea's arms tightened slightly around his neck.
"What?" she pressed, voice dropping to something softer, more vulnerable. "You were only comfortable carrying Luna in your arms—publicly showing your affection—but not your own principal wife?"
