"Possibly." Sun Hang nodded.
"Can you... protect my sister well?" Yang Lian asked.
"I'll do my best." Sun Hang said as he walked up the stairs, scooping Yang Lian up by the waist and heading toward the room.
"You... What are you doing?!" Yang Lian's face flushed red instantly, she began to struggle — except her struggle was so feeble it was almost negligible, it was more like she was acting coquettishly than resisting.
"Hungry." Sun Hang said.
"You're hungry, why are you carrying me? There's food in the fridge!" Yang Lian exclaimed with shameful indignation.
"What? You don't want to?" Sun Hang suddenly stopped.
"... It's not that I don't want to..." Yang Lian's voice was barely audible like a mosquito's, "But shouldn't you take a shower first?"
"I was planning to take a shower." Sun Hang gently adjusted the weight of the body in his arms, burying his head in the hollow of her neck and taking a deep sniff, "You haven't showered yet today either, right? Let's go together."
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