Chapter 62: Chapter 62 - 62 62 Shes Carrying Mo Chen on Her Back

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: She’s Carrying Mo Chen on Her Back Chapter 62: Chapter 62: She’s Carrying Mo Chen on Her Back Qiao Ruoxin couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

Not bad???

Is this even a man?

Mo Chen seemed to be in good spirits, he put out his cigarette and stood up, his towering figure straightening.

“Come on,” he said.

“Come on, what?” She was baffled and hadn’t caught on yet.

In a serious tone, the man spoke, “Weren’t you going to carry me? Come on, then.”

!!!

Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes widened like a startled little deer.

“Mo the Great, have you no shame? Asking a woman to carry you?”

Unexpectedly, Mo Chen used one hand to clasp her slender waist and lifted her off the ground.

His shameless reply was, “What do men need a face for?”

“…”

Oh well, considering his emotional breakdown today, she might as well indulge him.

Qiao Ruoxin moved her body a bit and then stood with her back to Mo Chen, “Get on!”

A smile played on the man’s lips, and just by getting close to her, his large frame enveloped her completely.

He wrapped his arms around Qiao Ruoxin’s thin, delicate frame, his body weight only half pressing on her.

Qiao Ruoxin instantly felt unsteady, as if bearing an unbearable weight of life!

She clung to the man’s arms and was already out of breath, “Mo Chen! Why are you so heavy…”

She had previously thought this damn man had thinned.

It seems that no matter how thin a man gets, he can still easily crush a woman.

In Mo Chen’s dark eyes flickered a mischievous indulgence, and his voice was languid and sexy: “Now I understand why women like being carried by men; it’s quite comfortable.”

Damn!

He was enjoying this?

Only after carrying this damn man on her back did Qiao Ruoxin realize what “every step is hard” truly meant!

She took a small, difficult step forward, feeling a layer of fine sweat forming on her forehead.

In truth, saying she was carrying Mo Chen was nothing more than him pressing his body weight onto her.

They could only move forward with him walking on his own.

But he was just enjoying the feeling of teasing Qiao Ruoxin.

Very cool!

Qiao Ruoxin frowned, enduring the man’s weight on her back, and said through gritted teeth, “Can… can we stop now? I can’t take much more.”

Mo Chen’s chin rested on her frail shoulder, “Little Ghost, hang in there, let’s keep going for half an hour.”

What the hell???

“Half an hour? You might as well kill me!”

In half an hour, she’d probably be spitting blood.

Suddenly, a low and eerie voice whispered in her ear, “Look at twelve o’clock, there seems to be a white shadow drifting by.”

Qiao Ruoxin instantly turned deathly pale, looking up in terror, but there was nothing.

This was a desolate wilderness, shrouded in pitch black, a chilling and horrifying atmosphere.

“Ah! There’s a ghost!”

She screamed and turned to fling herself into the man’s arms, clinging tightly to his body.

Then, she heard the man’s sinister laugh overhead, full of mockery…

Qiao Ruoxin was deathly afraid of ghosts, she couldn’t even watch horror movies!

She realized then that this damn man was just teasing her!

She pushed away his towering figure, “Mo Chen! I was kindly carrying you to cheer you up, and you’re messing with me? Go to hell!”

Qiao Ruoxin turned and stalked away angrily.

From behind her came the man’s languid and sexy voice, “Do you still think that stargazing is romantic?”

“…”

Damn man!!!

He wrecked her youthful romantic fantasy!

She continued on towards the car, fuming and unwilling to engage with him.

Mo Chen’s long legs quickly brought him in front of her, and he leaned down slightly, “Get on, let the boss show you what it really means to carry someone.”

She let out a proud huff, but her body honestly leaned onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

The next moment, she was lifted off the ground.

For Mo Chen, carrying her was a piece of cake.

She leaned on the man’s broad shoulders and gently blew into his ear, “It’s indeed more pleasant to the eye when a man carries a woman.”

That tender breath made Mo Chen’s strong body stiffen for a second.

“Fuck… Qiao Ruoxin, behave yourself!”