To maintain balance, ng Wantang's hand had no choice but to hook around Qin Chuan's neck.
Such a posture was genuinely ambiguous.
This made her face involuntarily blush.
Qin Chuan's arms were solid and powerful, his chest muscles clearly defined.
Being held in his arms, ng Wantang felt an unprecedented sense of security.
In a daze, it was as though a lost little boat had found its own harbor.
This made her develop a brief dependence on Qin Chuan's embrace.
"Wow, Daddy is amazing, it's a princess carry!" Nannan fervently waved her hands and feet.
Hearing these words, ng Wantang's pretty face beca even more red, only able to turn her face to the side, avoiding Qin Chuan's gaze.
Actually, Qin Chuan also didn't dare to look at her.
The reason he lifted her was entirely because he didn't want to waste ti.
It's not early, there's still so way to go down the mountain.
He has class in the afternoon.
So he thought to hurry down the mountain.
Thus, Qin Chuan carried ng Wantang slowly down the mountain.
Halfway, ng Wantang's emotions sowhat adjusted a bit, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you...are you tired? Why not, put down first and let walk a bit myself?"
Qin Chuan shook his head, ng Wantang's weight was nothing to him.
Even carrying Nannan, the little bundle, along wouldn't be a problem.
Soon, the 'family of three' finally reached the foot of the mountain at the panda pavilion.
Qin Chuan gently placed ng Wantang on a stone bench and then turned to walk into the not-too-distant convenience store.
When he returned from the convenience store, he already had two bottles of water and a small bag of ice in hand.
"I've learned a bit of massage, let massage you, otherwise it might swell by the ti you get ho," Qin Chuan said.
"This..."
ng Wantang's face reddened again.
She couldn't rember how many tis she had been shy today.
For a woman like her, the word shy was simply a luxury.
As the Hall Master of Tiger Hall, she had beco immune to many situations, accustod to the deanor that keeps people at a distance.
But facing this boy nearly ten years younger, she repeatedly showed the deanor of a little woman.
As if out of control.
Before she could refuse, Qin Chuan's hand gently lifted her calf and tenderly took off her high heels and socks.
A delicate, white jade-like foot appeared in front of Qin Chuan.
Maybe due to walking too much, the pink sole was suffused with a rosy glow beneath its pale sheen.
The five toes were adorned with black nail polish, resembling five black gemstones, shining brightly under the sun.
Among the won Qin Chuan knew, ng Wantang's jade-like feet were the prettiest.
The only one that could compare was Shi Qing, that female oddball.
On the other side, seeing her jade-like foot grasped in Qin Chuan's hand brought an unusual feeling surging in ng Wantang's heart.
In ancient tis, a woman's jade-like feet were extrely private areas.
Only husbands and close relatives could see them, never exposed to outsiders.
At this mont, ng Wantang suddenly felt she was exposing sothing intimate to Qin Chuan.
Her heart started pounding wildly, and the blush on her face began to spread.
In no ti, her earlobes and neck turned hot.
"It might hurt a bit, bear with it."
Qin Chuan first applied the ice to her ankle for a while, then reached to hold her jade-like foot.
The Nine Dragon Creation Skill smoothly operated, emanating warmth from his palm.
Soon after, ng Wantang felt a warm sensation spread over her sole.
Her body seed to be electrified, becoming tinglingly numb.
"Mm~~~"
She quivered her lips, but couldn't help let out a faint moan.
It was seemingly painful, yet enjoyable.
"Hiss!"
But as Qin Chuan continued to knead, real pain followed.
She was seen softly biting her lower lip, striving to endure.
Fortunately, the warm current in Qin Chuan's palm eased the pain in her foot, allowing her to gradually adjust.
Gradually, the painful feeling vanished, replaced again by that tingling sensation.
But just as she was absorbed in this tingle, she suddenly felt the warm sensation dissipating.
She couldn't help but look at Qin Chuan.
Her bright eyes carried a soft glow, tinged with reluctance and longing, like hoping Qin Chuan would keep playing with her jade-like foot.
The sudden thought startled ng Wantang.
A sense of sha welled up inside her.
This was a boy nearly ten years younger than her.
How could she have such strange thoughts about Qin Chuan?
"It should be okay now, try getting up and walking a few steps."
Qin Chuan said.
Soon, he realized that ng Wantang kept staring at him, unsure of what she was thinking, she hadn't heard a word he said.
"ng...Wantang, Wantang..."
Qin Chuan called her na while waving his arm.
"Oh, oh... Is it okay now?"
ng Wantang snapped back to reality, with a flash of guilty conscience and panic in her eyes.
Qin Chuan nodded, signaling her to rise and walk a few steps.
ng Wantang was half skeptical.
A sprained ankle usually takes ten to fifteen days to heal.
Qin Chuan just pressed briefly.
ng Wantang slowly stood up, reflexively focusing her weight on the other foot.
But soon she noticed the sprained foot felt as if nothing had happened.
"Is it...really healed?"
ng Wantang's eyes instantly sparkled, looking at Qin Chuan with astonishnt, feeling a sense of wonder.
Despite witnessing Qin Chuan's dical skills in the mall earlier, experiencing it firsthand left her amazed.
"If you opened a massage parlor, it would surely be successful."
ng Wantang joked, but as soon as she finished, she herself was montarily stunned.
She wondered why she was joking with Qin Chuan.
Everything seed subconscious, as if she had known Qin Chuan as a friend for a long ti, making the interaction feel so natural.
Qin Chuan hesitated, embarrassedly scratching his head.
"Mama, Daddy seems shy."
Nannan the little bundle of mischief chid in: "Daddy, shy face."
Qin Chuan's gruff face turned red, feeling like digging a hole to hide in. This little rascal, truly spoiled her for nothing.
Beside them, ng Wantang saw Qin Chuan's slightly embarrassed look and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Her laughter blood like a peony, enchanting and captivating.
At this mont, she felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
It was as though the three were ordinary people, nothing more than a regular family of three.
ng Wantang's heart felt a peace like never before, an idyllic tranquility.
Later, ng Wantang took her beloved daughter and her pretend husband to a restaurant near the zoo.
It was getting late, she knew Qin Chuan had an afternoon class.
But since he'd spent the morning with her, she must treat him to a al.
The dining place was just a regular noodle shop, yet the 'family of three' ate with relish.
Qin Chuan initially thought a woman like ng Wantang, accustod to delicacies, would be unaccustod to such a place.
But he never expected, she ate with more gusto than Nannan, the little bundle.
Just as Qin Chuan was surprised, Nannan chid in with mischief, "Daddy, why don't you feed Mama so noodles?"
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