Once, An Ji carried Xiao Xia on her back and sighed, "Xiao Xiao Xia, you are so heavy."
Xiao Xiaoxia shook her head nervously: "No, I just ate two hamburgers, three sausages, and four pancakes in the morning."
The man below him paused and said through gritted teeth, "Is that all?"
"And a glass of milk." The person on the back hung his head blankly on An Jing's shoulder, rubbed it, and laughed mischievously.
"If you keep eating that much, I won't be able to carry you anymore."
"I'll eat more and crush you to death, crush you to death!"
"Huh!" An Ji said disdainfully.
However, An Ji felt that she on his back was an unbearable weight in his life, because——she would always be his angel, and what he was carrying on his back was his entire world.