Seeing him, Lu Fengxuan withdrew her hand from the railing and opened her arms toward him in a coquettish manner, her voice soft and trailing.
"My legs are so sore, I want a hug..."
Considering they were at the Yan Family home, she actually lowered her voice, and the words "my husband" were merely mouthed without sound.
Still, despite this, Yu Chiyin's heart softened as if soaked in sour, warm water.
He hastened his step, quickly reached her, and bent down to effortlessly lift her in a horizontal embrace.
"Tired?" He lowered his head and lovingly kissed the corner of her eye several times.
Lu Fengxuan softly hummed in response, her arms draped over his neck, her cheek resting against the steady heartbeat in his chest, she closed her eyes.
Yu Chiyin said no more and turned to ascend the stairs, his pace swift yet relaxed, his arm strength completely adequate.
When the steps on the stairs gradually faded away,
