She shook her head repeatedly, "I can't, your injury hasn't fully healed yet, I don't dare to move you, and although you've lost a lot of weight, your frame and height are still there, I can't move you."
"You won't know unless you try."
"There's no need to try, I know it in my heart."
She turned to leave again, but Christopher Hart held onto her wrist tightly.
Amelia Garcia realized what he was after and said helplessly, tilting her head slightly, "You want me to carry you, but you don't have to joke about your own safety, right?"
The man curved his lips into a smile, "So you've seen through my little ploy."
"..." The woman rolled her eyes.
She wasn't stupid; how could she not see that?
The two had "peacefully" cohabited for over a month, and he had been mostly well-behaved, but deep down he probably couldn't wait any longer.