"What are you trying to do?"
Meng Xin Zhi wasn't frightened by the sudden shift of weight, but she was still somewhat uncomfortable.
"I'm carrying you back."
"Have you forgotten you're in the middle of hosting a banquet?"
"I haven't forgotten."
"Then you'll just go back like this, aren't you afraid..."
Meng Xin Zhi originally wanted to mention being seen by others.
Looking at Nie Guangyi's current stance, he clearly hadn't thought about such concerns at all.
Meng Xin Zhi changed her retort midway, "Aren't you afraid it'll ruin your usual meticulous dressing habit?"
"This is where I grew up wearing split pants, where would I have such meticulousness?"
Nie Guangyi slightly adjusted his position, relaxing his hold to make Meng Xin Zhi more comfortable in his embrace. With a twist in his tone, he said, with a bit of a roguish charm, "Thank you for your concern, miss. If you'd like, you can iron my suits from now on."