“Chen Shu, carry me on your back.”


  Chen Shu: “.……”


  Chen Shu looked at Ye Sui’s posture of never giving up until he carried her on his back, sighed helplessly, and bent down. “Come on.”


  Ye Sui quickly rode on Chen Shu’s back. Her hands hooked on his neck, and she put her head to his side face, her breath almost sticking to his ear.

  When Ye Sui opened her mouth to speak near his ear, he turned stiff.

  “Chen Shu, drive!”


  Chen Shu did not know whether to laugh or cry at her actions. Since Ye Sui was drunk, she was ignorant of her actions. Making sure that she had settled down on his back, he slowly stood up.

  Ye Sui was very light. When Chen Shu got to his feet, he could hardly feel the weight.

  In a second, Ye Sui was restless again. She commanded Chen Shu without a care in the world, “I want to eat oranges; carry me to the kitchen.”


  Chen Shu obediently went to the kitchen with her on his back. Ye Sui went down and began to peel an orange.