"Young Master, has it landed yet...?" Her voice trembled as she clutched Beitang Yao's clothes, asking in a frightened tone.
She had a fear of heights, and sitting on this Ferris wheel made her truly uneasy. Her heart pounded, nearly exhausting her every breath.
"We've only reached the highest point, there's at least another half-circle." He decided to scare her a little, watching her curl up beside him like a kitten. He liked this feeling, her unintentional dependency satisfied his protective instincts.
"Boo-hoo!" Hearing that there was still half-circle left before they returned to the ground made Xia Qingqian panic. She leaned against him, sobbing softly. She wished she could have a thicker skin, so she could cling tightly to Beitang Yao until they got off the Ferris wheel!
But she was thin-skinned enough already, this kind of hug was her limit. She was still anxious that Beitang Yao might really throw her down.
