{Chapter: 92 Humiliating!}
Yan Ruyue's face turned crimson upon hearing Lin Yuan's words.
At this moment, he was being truly audacious.
But human behavior is unpredictable.
Yan Ruyue had already made up her mind to speak, and before she could stop herself, the word "please" escaped her lips.
If she didn't say it now, she would have to endure the pain and make her way home on her own. That was not an option she wanted to consider.
Thus, despite the burning embarrassment, Yan Ruyue clenched her teeth and, with her face flushed red, softly murmured, "Please… Please hold me up."
No sooner had she spoken the final word than she felt herself being lifted.
Her entire body was rising into the air in a horizontal position, supported by two strong, warm hands.
Lin Yuan had carried her.
This was the legendary Princess Carry!
One of Lin Yuan's arms extended beneath her back, supporting her under her armpits, while the other cradled the back of her knees.
Their posture made it seem as though they were embracing, bringing them extremely close.
The warmth of his body radiated against hers, and Lin Yuan could distinctly feel Yan Ruyue's soft, delicate frame in his arms.
While carrying her, there were many places he instinctively avoided touching.
But Lin Yuan now was not the same man she once knew.
The original Lin Yuan had been very different—reserved, perhaps even gentlemanly.
The Lin Yuan of today? He was a complete scoundrel, utterly scum.
Yan Ruyue, despite being young and known for her deep-seated misandry, did not feel the overwhelming sense of resistance she had always assumed she would in a moment like this.
Instead, an odd warmth welled up within her.
Their closeness was almost suffocating.
Yan Ruyue could distinctly feel the steady rhythm of Lin Yuan's heartbeat against her.
She could also catch the faint, intoxicating scent of male hormones exuding from him—something she had never paid attention to in any man before.
The distance between their faces was no more than two clenched fists.
With such proximity, she could see every detail of his features—the sharp contours of his jawline, the well-defined edges of his nose, his deep, sparkling eyes, the subtle curve of his lips, and the stark contrast between his red lips and white teeth.
It struck her at that moment—Lin Yuan was truly handsome.
Her heartbeat momentarily skipped, and she quickly averted her gaze, focusing instead on the sky, where the stars twinkled faintly beside the crescent moon.
Yet, despite turning away, she could still feel the warmth of his embrace.
She couldn't deny it—beyond her ingrained hatred of men, there was something else buried deep within her.
As Lin Yuan had once pointed out, Yan Ruyue longed for fatherly love.
The warmth in Lin Yuan's arms gave her a strange sense of security and affection she had not felt in a long time.
It seemed as though she had suffered humiliation by having to beg for help, but strangely, she didn't feel like she had lost anything…
…Until she realized she had!
She was a rare beauty, blessed with an alluring, supple body, and Lin Yuan had effortlessly taken advantage of this moment to experience it firsthand.
The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning—she had been carried too comfortably!
She needed to maintain some sense of dignity.
She couldn't just let herself be held so obediently—otherwise, wouldn't that be shameful?!
With that thought in mind, Yan Ruyue pretended to struggle in Lin Yuan's embrace, shifting slightly in an attempt to create distance.
Feeling her sudden movement, Lin Yuan cast a downward glance at her, his gaze carrying a warning.
His sharp eyes were cold.
Then, with his left hand—the one supporting her leg—he gently squeezed.
A small, sharp pain shot through Yan Ruyue's leg, and she instinctively let out a soft, startled cry.
"Behave, or I'll put you down," Lin Yuan's voice was calm but firm.
Yan Ruyue immediately ceased her movements. She didn't even dare to shift an inch.
Although she didn't want to admit it, she actually liked the feeling of being carried.
Besides, her feet were aching terribly.
If Lin Yuan really put her down, she wouldn't be able to walk properly.
And knowing him, he was absolutely capable of leaving her there without a second thought.
The night sky stretched above them, the stars few and scattered.
The faint glow of the crescent moon illuminated the road before them, casting soft shadows across the pavement.
Nestled in Lin Yuan's arms, bathed in the gentle moonlight, Yan Ruyue couldn't help but admire the sight before her.
She felt an inexplicable sense of comfort in his embrace.
The distance between the shoe store and the car was quite far, and it took several minutes before they finally arrived.
When Lin Yuan set her down, a strange feeling of loss washed over Yan Ruyue.
The moment had felt fleeting, like only a few seconds had passed.
She found herself staring at Lin Yuan's chest absentmindedly.
Even though she would never admit it out loud, she missed the feeling of being in his arms.
It wasn't just the warmth—it was something else, something unexplainable.
The sense of security, perhaps. The vague resemblance to the affection she had longed for in her childhood.
These thoughts unsettled her.
Coming back to her senses, she saw Lin Yuan already seated in the driver's seat.
Only then did she realize something odd—she was sitting in the passenger seat of his Lamborghini.
"Huh? Isn't this your car?" she asked, puzzled.
Lin Yuan glanced at her casually. "Can you even drive?"
Yan Ruyue hesitated. "N… no."
"Then I'll drive you home," he stated matter-of-factly.
"Ah?! Really?!" Yan Ruyue's eyes widened in surprise.
She didn't quite understand why, but upon hearing Lin Yuan say those words, an inexplicable excitement surged within her, spreading through her entire body.
The pain in her ankle, which had been nagging her just moments ago, suddenly seemed insignificant.
Perhaps it was because Lin Yuan had been tormenting her all day, making her feel countless emotions she had never experienced before.
But at this moment, upon hearing that he would personally escort her home, she was genuinely happy.
A small, uncontrollable smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
She, who had always been indifferent, emotionless, and cold to others, was now showing obvious emotions.
And all of this—every single change in her—was because of Lin Yuan.
But before she could sink too deeply into the moment, Lin Yuan shattered the atmosphere with his next words.
"I'll take you home… on one condition."
Yan Ruyue's heartbeat quickened.
She felt a sudden unease creep up. "W-what condition?" she asked nervously.
Lin Yuan smirked. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Then, without saying anything further, he focused on driving.
The car fell into silence.
Yet unlike the awkward tension that had hung between them at the restaurant, this silence felt… strangely peaceful.
Lin Yuan remained quiet, while Yan Ruyue was lost in thought, replaying the moment he had carried her over and over in her mind.
Yan Ruyue was mesmerizing that moment when Lin Yuan held her up, that kind of warmth she felt.
Before long, they arrived at the Yan family's villa.
Because of her feet, Yan Ruyue still couldn't get out of the car by herself.
Yan Ruyue, unable to walk properly, still needed assistance.
Lin Yuan glanced at Yan Ruyue and Yan Ruyue instantly understood the meaning of Lin Yuan's eyes.
Did she want his help getting inside?
Yan Ruyue was a little afraid of letting her mother and others see Lin Yuan assisting her. After all, being held is an intimate gesture knowing that they had a past together.
Worrying about what others—especially her mother—would think.
But when she recalled the warmth of his embrace… she nodded.
Without hesitation, Lin Yuan picked her up once more.
The Yan family's maids were stunned.
Lin Yuan embraced Yan Ruyue until they reached the gate of Yan's villa.
Is this really the usual expressionless, cold Yan Ruyue?
Currently, the pink cheeks of Yan Ruyue in Lin Yuan's arms were slightly red. She showed the shy face of the peerless beauty.
Yan Ruyue was also very embarrassed.
But fortunately, at least her mother didn't see them.
But Lin Yuan just walked away holding her a few steps.
As Lin Yuan carried her through the entrance, Yan Ruyue blushed shyly in his arms.
But then… she froze.
A figure stood in the hallway.
It was her mother, Song Xuan…
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