He didn't turn around, his voice laden with mockery. "Don't pretend."
The more unwilling he was, the more Shen Jing was determined to entice him. She refused to get down. "Then how am I supposed to leave?"
She sounded coy and timid.
If he ignored her, she really would lie there, feeling aggrieved and throwing a childish tantrum.
The driver leaned to one side, waiting respectfully; there was no way to move this 'little empress'.
Zhou Luchen finally extended a hand. Just as Shen Jing placed hers on it, a sharp pain, as if a muscle in her calf had twisted, made her gasp.
He turned slightly and only then realized Shen Jing's leg was genuinely numb. He bent down, put an arm around her waist, and without another word, swept her up into his arms.
Shen Jing unconsciously curled her lips. She raised her arms and instinctively wrapped them around his neck.
He was so strong that lifting her always seemed effortless, as if he were carrying a child.
She looked up.
