"Sister Yan, let me handle it!" Li Long, 18 years old, saw Zhu Feiyan and her daughter struggling to pack their belongings into several suitcases. Noticing Zhu Feiyan's flushed effort, he approached with Youyou on his back, picked up two large suitcases, and headed downstairs.
After two trips, Li Long appeared unfazed, surprising Zhu Feiyan. As she sat in the passenger seat, watching him secure Youyou in his arms while fastening their seat belts, she couldn't help but ask, "Xiaolong, aren't you tired at all?"
"Haha, it's nothing! How could this be tough for me?" Li Long replied, catching Sister Yan's astonished yet beautiful expression. He recalled their intimate moment earlier. Though he couldn't offer her a formal status, the affectionate scene warmed his heart. Leaning toward her and Youyou, he gently stroked her face when she met his gaze without shying away.
