The craziest fantasy is...
Being loved.
This answer lingered in Su Mo's ears, making him a bit dumbfounded, unable to understand its meaning.
"Xiaoqi..."
Before Su Mo could ask, Qi Ling sat up: "Let's go, it's getting late, we should return to New Moon City."
Su Mo held her back: "Don't put on your shoes yet, it's only been a few minutes, the medication won't work that fast."
He squatted in front of Qi Ling and humped his back, "Get on, I'll carry you."
Qi Ling didn't climb on but instead flashed a playful smile: "Stand up first~"
Su Mo: "Why?"
Qi Ling: "Just stand up."
Su Mo stood up.
Qi Ling: "Turn around, face me."
Su Mo turned around.
Qi Ling reached out her arms to hook around Su Mo's neck, hanging on and cheerfully saying, "Carry me~"
Su Mo helplessly laughed: "Carrying and piggybacking are the same, aren't they?"
Qi Ling pouted and started to act coy: "Hug me~"
