Xu Qinghuan was swept up into a bridal style carry. Taken aback by the sudden elevation, she let out a soft "ah" and wrapped her arms tighter around Jiang Xingye's neck.
Jiang Xingye couldn't help laughing, lowering his head to breathe in deeply the faint fragrance that clung to her.
Outside, people were already arriving for work, and the traffic in the corridor was picking up. Hearing someone approaching their direction, he hurriedly set Xu Qinghuan down and smoothed her slightly disheveled hair. "I'll go outside first. Wash up, and we'll grab some breakfast before heading back."
Chapter 131