"Do you like being carried by Dad?"
"Yeah!"
Xanthea nodded, especially when she was sick, being carried would make her feel safe and reassured.
As she finished speaking, she heard a man's deep and magnetic voice, making her realize she had been tricked. Blushing with embarrassment, she punched his shoulder, "Orion, you're taking advantage of such a small thing? Aren't you being childish?”
"I admit to being childish, you can call me."
"No, no way!"
Xanthea moved her hand from punching his shoulder to cover his mouth, but his suddenly loosened grip startled her.
"Careful!"
"Ah!"
She immediately clung to him tightly, the plush softness pressed against his back and the silky-smooth touch in her palms darkened Orion’s expression, his Adam's apple bobbing as he dared not make any further moves.
"Seriously, Orion! You dare to trick me? Put me down, I won't let you carry me anymore!"
She angrily kicked her legs, but this time the man tightened his grip, making her utterly unable to move.
"Did you hear me?"
"I heard you; I won’t do it again."
What?
Xanthea had asked if he heard her request to be put down, but his apology for teasing her caught her off guard, secretly making her heart swell with joy.
"Orion, am I heavy?"
"No."
She was so light, as light as an unrealistic dream—only in dreams could he dare to hope for such close contact with her.
"You’re sensible!"
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