For men, the most direct sense of achievement from their strength often lies in being able to lift women like dolls with ease.
Su Tongxi sat on his iron-like sturdy arm, and to maintain balance, she had to nervously embrace his neck with her small hands.
Half of her soft little peach was almost pressed against his cheek.
This intimate and embarrassing posture made her blush instantly, as her face turned red like a fiery cloud all the way to her delicate ears, her voice thin like a mosquito:
"K-Kirin Brother..." He always expressed closeness in this heart-racing way.
Su Lin held her just like this, as if inspecting his own territory, stepping forward and measuring this safe house that was being reshaped by the Power of Rules with his footsteps.
They walked through the newly "grown" corridor, two meters long and three meters wide, entering the now elongated open courtyard, with its spacious ground paved with hard, rough bluestone bricks, awaiting trap installations;
