The town was bustling with people, appearing simple and unpretentious, yet not as isolated as the old house. Gong Ting had been in the news, and now he was attracting quite some attention. If he really carried her around the town, it might end up back in the news, saying that his relationship had changed.
Xiao Yu shook her head, "I need to rest a bit; I can walk myself."
Gong Ting turned his head, staring at her with displeasure, "Your face is as white as a ghost. Get on!"
Xiao Yu glanced erratically around; with Gong Ting's looks and aura, he was already very recognizable in a crowd. Moreover, by doing something that was incongruent with his identity, he drew even more attention.
She was about to refuse again, but Gong Ting had already seized her legs, and before she knew it, she was lying on his back. In the next second, he was carrying her.
