Hong Jiaxin knew exactly what Luo Yang intended to do, and with a scoff, she laughed and pushed him away.
Then she waved her small fist and gently punched his solid back.
At that time, they were descending the stairs, with Luo Yang and Hong Jiaxin walking behind everyone else.
As they were chatting, he suddenly stopped walking, and Hong Jiaxin bumped into him.
He reached back with both hands, grabbed her thighs, and with a lift of his waist, he hoisted her onto his back.
Hong Jiaxin paused, then, biting his ear, she whispered softly, "Put Sister down," but seeing him take a step down the stairs, she had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck and let him carry her.
"Class president, do you still remember carrying me up the stairs?" Luo Yang chuckled softly.
As soon as the past was mentioned, a wave of embarrassment flooded into Hong Jiaxin's heart.
