Xiaobai giggled, and finally, he called softly in his ear, "Brother Rong..."

The young man looked at the road ahead and laughed silently.

The street lights pulled the shadows of the two very long, very long...

After walking for a long time, no one on his back spoke. The young coach turned his head slightly and weighed her: "Xiaobai, are you asleep?"

"Um..." He woke up when he lay on his shoulder and was about to fall asleep.

The person who was woken up was dissatisfied with his paws and kept muttering: "...It's so noisy... Why did you make me sleep..."

"Hiss!" From childhood to adulthood, no one except his elders dared to pull his face.

The young man frowned in pain and slapped her on the butt: "Let go, Yun Xiaobai!"

"Woo... it hurts..." The paws loosened, and they consciously surrounded his neck, and the sound was sobbing, pitiful.

"It hurts really?" The young man didn't use much force. Hearing her sobbing, he was really worried.

He pretended to put her down and checked. He just let go of his hand a little, Xiaobai stopped working, hugged him tightly with his hands, and his slender legs were clamped, and he refused to let go. As if he knew he was going to put himself down, Xiaobai said relentlessly: "Bring it back... Young Marshal, you carry it..."

"Yun Xiaobai, you are not drunk, are you?" The young man really wanted to pinch her face hard and then round it. "I still know how to enslave me when I am drunk. Yun Xiaobai is good, you! I dare to drink again next time, I will throw you into the moat to feed the fish!"

Xiaobai succeeded, and the young man did not let her go, but continued to carry her home.

She happily hummed an untuning song, her legs shaking, one arm was still raised high, swaying left and right.

"How long hasn't seen you... It turns out that you live in my heart... accompany me to breathe... How far is it... Who knows that your back is so long... and you will see you when you look back..."

The young coach tightened her arms so that she would not fall off with excitement, "Stop singing Yun Xiaobai."

"Why don't you let me sing? I don't sing well? You say! You say!" Xiaobai suddenly tied his neck tightly and said coquettishly.

"Yun Xiaobai, do you want to murder your husband?" The young marshal's face turned red.

Xiaobai, who was stopped by the roar, timidly released the strength of his arm, was depressed for a few seconds, and began to sing lawlessly again.

"White clouds linger on the blue sky... If we can't walk together forever... at least we will give us the courage to miss... the traces of my heart..."

Listening to the song that she left and broke the sound, Young Marshal Quan acted as practicing endurance.

After walking all the way, when I returned to Rong Mansion, Xiaobai started to do it again.

"Um... won't go back..." As soon as I entered the big gilded carved iron gate, Xiaobai started to twist, his body was like a caterpillar, and he had to get off the young coach's back no matter what.

The young man pressed her tightly and told herself not to be angry, not to be angry with this idiot!

She was drunk and was crazy now. She wanted to forgive her once, and she would tolerate her once if she didn't help!

"Where do you want to go back if you don't go back?"

Xiaobai was still twisting and struggling. In the end, the young coach had no choice but to be helpless. He was really afraid that she would fall down. If he bumped into it, he would be the one who felt distressed in the end.

"Don't move anymore, I'll let you down."

Xiaobai really stopped moving. The young man put her down and as soon as his feet fell to the ground, Xiaobai ran out.

The young coach was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he was going to catch someone.

The bodyguard in black who was standing guard at the door saw Xiaobai running out, and then saw the young man chasing him behind him, and stopped Xiaobai with a wink.
Chapter completed!