After carrying Shen Yi for quite a while, the two finally arrived at a park and rested under a tree.
Every now and then, you could see elderly people and young mothers with children strolling around the park, making it quite lively.
"I'm really not tired, it's okay. You said your feet hurt, so I carried you. We have the capability, don't we?" Shen Yi sat with her legs together on the park bench, her expression a bit pained, her teeth lightly biting her lip, making Su Qing feel a bit parched.
Hearing this, Shen Yi glared at him: "Look at what you've done, you carried me for less than half an hour and my stockings are already torn. You're just like Da Huang. I used to wonder about it, but now it seems Da Huang is like that because of you!"
Shen Yi stretched out her long, straight, black-stocking-clad legs and huffed.
The originally lettered black stockings now had a few scratches on the thighs, clearly from being grabbed by hands.
