Yang Zishan's beautiful eyes lit up, clearly tempted.
But then she bit her lip and said, "This isn't a solution, you said Wolong Mountain is dangerous. If you carry me up there, what if we encounter a wild animal? Will you still have the strength to protect me?"
"I must have the strength!" Wu Xiaoshan puffed out his chest and without further ado, hoisted Yang Zishan onto his shoulder.
Immediately, Yang Zishan let out a delicate cry and then quieted down.
Because her heart was racing so fast it was almost in her throat, the long-lost masculine scent was making her restless and she could no longer keep her composure.
"Sister Shan, hold onto me tight." Wu Xiaoshan exerted strength in his arm and in a moment had Yang Zishan settled on his back, then his hands instinctively cradled her buttocks.
The wonderful sensation in his palms, and the endless softness against his back, almost made Wu Xiaoshan let out a delighted exclamation.