"Really don't need it?" Cheng Feiyang stood up, "Then I can leave."
After finishing his sentence, he really left with his umbrella.
Yang Xiaoxi glared at his retreating figure, then slowly got up holding her things. Her twisted ankle couldn't bear weight, which forced her into a limping walk. She hadn't taken more than a few steps when she lost balance and was about to fall, only to be caught by someone.
"Forget it, just consider this a rotten act of kindness from me."
Cheng Feiyang slightly bent down and carried Xiaoxi on his back. By the time Yang Xiaoxi came to her senses, she was already on his back.
"Hey, who said you could carry me? Put me down now."
Yang Xiaoxi struggled to get down.
Cheng Feiyang said, "If you keep squirming, I really will drop you. If your other foot gets injured, don't expect me to care."
Yang Xiaoxi: "..."
Fearing she might really be dropped, Yang Xiaoxi dared not move anymore.