"Legs weak." Qin Mei gritted her teeth, spitting out two words.
Jie Jingchen's gaze paused for a moment before a knowing smile formed on his lips. He asked ambiguously, "Didn't you take a medicinal bath?"
Qin Mei glared at him, refusing to speak further, and closed her eyes to rest.
Suddenly, Jie Jingchen swept Qin Mei into his arms. Startled, she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Jie Jingsi, what are you doing?"
She wondered if he was planning to carry her all the way to buy groceries. In this era, merely holding hands in public was treated as a grave offense. If he carried her to the market, they would absolutely be subjected to pointing fingers and endless gossip. If they ran into the neighborhood aunties wearing red armbands, they would likely be chased down several streets.
"Back to the room, to rest." Jie Jingchen turned and strode forward with Qin Mei in his arms.
