Sir Ares, Goodnight

As she walked out of Fragrant Vessel Court, Rose looked at the wet asphalt road and back at her long dress. A trace of struggle streaked across her brows. Jay walked in front of her and bent down. "Come, I'll carry you."

Her eyes dilated.

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"Sir Ares, I think I'll walk on my own," she said as she lifted her dress, revealing her snow-white calves. "Get on." His voice became slightly colder.

Rose was bewildered. What was wrong with this guy? Why were his actions so hard to read these days?

Left with no other choice, she slowly climbed onto his back, unsure where to place her hands. When Jay stood up, she rocked back and forth. "Hold on to me," Jay commanded.

Rose then carefully put her hands on his shoulders.

He wore a very formal suit today with an ocean-blue shirt buttoned to the top, a gray striped tie, and a tailor-made limited edition black suit.

It was his most common look, yet he looked extra proper today as if he was attending his wedding.

Rose thought to herself that this was the only time that the God-like man would carry his wife like this, so she definitely would not waste the chance. Thus, she took her chance and slowly moved her hands higher and higher, circling his neck in the end.

as the young lady started to show

England Clubhouse was neither long nor

end of the asphalt, the road was wide and had a slight steepness to it. Water no

Ares, let me down." Rose did not want to stay on his back longer than she should as she thought that the longer she did,

Ares, you should watch your spine and

Jay's brows lifted

that

You belong to the 'three-highs' group of people, so even if you're older, it still wouldn't

down, correcting her.

the 'three-highs' don't mean high

does it

appeal, high IQ,

Jay was dumbstruck.

After all, it's

him an old man! "Sir Ares, why are you leaving?" Rose ran over to him. He strode along while Rose jogged behind him. His quick strides still maintained an elegant composure while Rose was panting like

short legs?" After a short while of running,

back. "Tired

Rose nodded.