He eagerly picked out some clothes for her.
Xia Xiaonuan awkwardly tried on many outfits, and an hour later, both of them were loaded with bags.
Xia Xiaonuan was only holding a small bag. Seeing Nangong Yaoling carrying so many bags, all of them containing her clothes, she couldn't help but say, "Let me carry some for you!"
But Nangong Yaoling looked at her disdainfully: "Forget it, let me carry them. I don't want someone to say I'm not gentlemanly enough."
Xia Xiaonuan: ...
He really holds grudges.
But it was convenient; she only mentioned it out of politeness and didn't really plan to help him carry the bags. A grown man carrying a few bags of clothes—what's the big deal?
Since he said so, she could enjoy some lightness.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Yaoling suddenly said, "You carry the heaviest one!"
Xia Xiaonuan was stunned and ready to get angry. But Nangong Yaoling raised his arm: "Your husband, I, am the heaviest!"
Xia Xiaonuan: ...
