Su Junhao furrowed his brows, took her arm and forcefully hooked it into his own.
But worried that she might feel uncomfortable, he explained, "Don't misunderstand, I just saw your leg was hurt and I'm afraid you might fall again, walking with me would make me lose face, so having you hold onto me like this is less embarrassing."
Jian Yanyan huffed angrily, "If you're afraid I'll embarrass you, why did you come with me?"
But now that she was holding onto Su Junhao's arm, it felt much more natural, and she even tried to lean her full weight on him.
Su Junhao only felt the arm she was holding grow heavier and heavier. He glanced back at Jian Yanyan, and she snorted lightly, arrogantly lifting her chin.
Su Junhao smiled slightly, his eyes and brows filled with amusement. The way she acted was incredibly cute.
Although walking like this required some effort on his part, her weight was nothing to him, truly light as a feather.
