ir rolled her eyes at him. He always said she was weak. In fact, it wasn’t that she was weak; it was


    just that he was too strong. He was a soldier.


    She Looked around the people passing by and then fixed her eyes on his back again. She felt bashful,


    and at the same time, didn’t want to tire him out, so she declined, “No need. I can walk…


    Before she could finish speaking, Wesley decisively leaned backwards, grabbed her hands and pulled


    her onto his back.


    ir was taken aback. Before she knew it, she was riding on his back.


    On their way to the restaurant, a lot of people cast them curious nces. ir had been protesting the


    whole way, asking him to put her down. But he just didn’t Listen to her. All of her protests fell on his


    deaf ear.


    “Okay, I can see the sign. Please put me down. I want to walk. And I don’t want to tire you out,” ir


    said.


    But he pretended he heard nothing.


    “It’s not far now. Let me walk by myself,” she persuaded again.


    Still, he said nothing.


    “Okay, okay. I’ve made up my mind. I’ll do exercises with you, so that I’ll be as strong as you one day,”


    she said, sighing.


    “You don’t have to.” Finally, he opened his mouth.


    He didn’t like the idea that she could be as strong as him. He was afraid she didn’t need him, or a


    boyfriend at all if she became so strong one day.


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    Before ir could say anything else, they reached the restaurant.


    Wesley walked to a table and carefully put her down on a chair.


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    Free atst, ir took a tissue from her handbag and helped him mop up the sweat.


    After carrying her piggyback style for quite a while, Wesley was surprisingly not that tired. Even with his


    minimal sweating, ir still offered to wipe his face.


    He did not refuse her kind gesture and just let her do as she pleased while he browsed through the


    menu.


    “Which do you prefer? Western or


    Chinese? Well, it’s fine whichever you Like. They have them both here.”


    “I would like the steak.”


    “Okay then.”


    Wesley gestured that they were ready to order, and a waiter arrived at their table. ir went to throw


    the napkin she wiped Wesley’s face with and when she got back to her seat, she asked the waiter,


    “What kind of hot drinks do you serve?” She turned to look at Wesley and added, “I think you would


    Like something hot to drink as well.”


    “Hmm. I don’t think I want it. I’m fine with a ss of water.” He turned to the waiter and asked, “Do you


    have any hot drink avable?”


    “Yes, sir. We have hot coffee, milk tea, and an assortment of fruit juice,” the waiter replied.


    ir chose to have a steak set and a ss of fruit juice. Wesley, on the other hand, ordered a bowl of


    noodle soup.