9:44PM, Shanghai, China.

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The night air was cool, the streets quiet after the party. Each step you took in those heels burned a little worse until finally, you stopped with a sigh. Rin Yue turned, brow raised.

“My feet hurt…” you muttered, half whining, half serious. “Carry me?”

She blinked once. “You’re not serious.”

You gave her that look — the one that said you absolutely were. She groaned softly, but there was no real resistance in her voice. “You’re unbelievable,” she murmured, shifting her weight before bending down.

In one smooth motion, she slipped an arm beneath your knees and lifted you off the ground, effortless and sure. You gasped, arms looping around her neck in surprise. Her other hand held your heels, swinging lightly at her side as she started walking again.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Rin Yue said, eyes forward, pretending not to notice your grin.

But the faint smile curving at the corner of her lips — yeah, she didn’t mind carrying you at all.