Before the words even left his lips, he had already hoisted her onto his back, his movements gentle as if lifting a snowflake that might melt at any moment.
Guo Xiangyu's cheeks flushed instantly, and she clung to his broad back like a vine, feeling the steady, powerful heartbeat.
Her jade-like arms wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers unconsciously caressing the fabric of his collar, burying her face in his shoulder hollow, greedily absorbing his warmth: "Young Master's back is the safest haven for Xiangyu in this lifetime."
Her voice was so soft and tender it seemed like water could drip from it, "Even if there's an abyss ahead, as long as I can lean on Young Master like this, Xiangyu fears nothing."
The bamboo knife in her hand turned into a stream of light and disappeared into her sleeve, yet she whispered in his ear: "Xiangyu's life was saved by you, Young Master, and from now on, each step Xiangyu takes will be followed with you, through life and death."
