Carrying a girl in a princess carry was a novel experience, especially when the girl was as pretty as Jia Ting, making the experience even more enjoyable.

However, Jia Ting was so nervous that her body remained stiff and her expression looked like she was suffering from constipation.

This made Qin Luo wonder if he was holding a corpse. He couldn’t help but compare her to Ji Yan, thinking that if he were holding Ji Yan instead, it would be a dramatic moment.

Given her persona, Ji Yan would never let a man carry her like this. Such an out-of-character act would undoubtedly be a significant breakthrough.

Unfortunately, Jia Ting wasn’t the aloof type but a perfectionist, so a princess hold wouldn’t earn him any rewards.

Qin Luo hadn’t thought of benefiting from Jia Ting anyway.

The journey from the track to the infirmary wasn’t short, and most people wouldn’t be able to carry someone all the way. Fortunately, Qin Luo’s stamina and endurance had improved, and Jia Ting was light, probably around 90 pounds despite her 168 cm height. Carrying her wasn’t difficult.

If he couldn’t handle this small task, how could he hope to become a man with eight-pack abs?

With this thought, Qin Luo carried Jia Ting to the infirmary without needing a break.

Jia Ting was surprised by his stamina, not expecting him to be so strong.

However, when they reached the infirmary, Qin Luo’s face darkened, prompting Jia Ting to ask, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s too early; the infirmary isn’t open yet,” Qin Luo said frustratedly.

It was still early, and the infirmary nurse wasn’t like a gatekeeper, unlikely to open the doors so soon.

Realizing this, Jia Ting said, “The infirmary opens at eight. I can wait here. Thank you for bringing me. You can go now.”

Qin Luo didn’t say anything, and gently placed Jia Ting down before walking away slowly.

Watching him leave, Jia Ting felt a mix of relief and sadness. She didn’t expect Qin Luo to stay with her, but being injured made her feel insecure.

Being carried by Qin Luo had given her an unprecedented sense of safety, a feeling she couldn’t quite describe but found comforting.

Now that Qin Luo was gone, that comforting feeling vanished, leaving her inexplicably lost.

It wasn’t about liking him; it was purely about losing that sense of security, something Jia Ting understood well.

It was better that he left since Qin Luo was someone Ji Yan liked.

Jia Ting didn’t want to get too involved with him.

If Ji Yan saw Qin Luo carrying her to the infirmary, who knows what she might think…

Also, what’s up with this guy?

He seemed so concerned earlier, and now he just left.

What was he thinking?

She pouted, looking around the empty hallway, hugging her knees and burying her head.

After a while, the sound of footsteps made Jia Ting look up.

Seeing Qin Luo return, she asked in surprise, “Why are you back?”

Without realizing it, she smiled with joy at seeing him.

Qin Luo raised a bag, “The cafeteria is nearby, and I haven’t eaten. I got some buns. You should have some too.”

He placed the buns on the ground, opened the plastic bag, and handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Jia Ting stared at him silently, confusing Qin Luo.

He asked, “What are you looking at?”

These simple words disrupted Jia Ting’s emotions. She took the chopsticks and quietly ate a few bites of the bun, murmuring, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Qin Luo responded casually to Jia Ting.

Her eating mannerisms were elegant, like a noble lady. She held the chopsticks delicately, lowered her head slightly while eating, and used one hand to catch any crumbs from the bun.

She chewed slowly, her cheeks moving like a cute little hamster, adding a touch of cuteness to her dignified face.

Noticing Qin Luo’s gaze, Jia Ting suddenly looked up and asked, “What are you looking at?”

After speaking, she smiled mischievously as if achieving something.

“What if I am?” Qin Luo retorted.

Jia Ting didn’t respond and continued eating.

After finishing, she cleaned up meticulously, ensuring the ground was spotless before nodding in satisfaction.

Qin Luo, who had finished eating earlier, was now playing on his phone.

After some hesitation, Jia Ting suddenly asked, “Are you really going to give up on Ji Yan?”

Qin Luo glanced at her before looking back at his phone, “I made myself clear that day. You heard it too.”

“Yes, but don’t you think it’s a pity? You can tell Ji Yan likes you. She’s always been aloof, but now she’s starting to approach you. If you respond, you could be together. Isn’t that good?”

“I don’t know about good, but to me, delayed justice isn’t justice. The same applies to feelings.”

Jia Ting understood his point but didn’t know what to say, making the atmosphere awkward.

Unable to bear the awkwardness, she suddenly asked, “Do you still like Ji Yan?”

Qin Luo’s finger paused, and he replied indifferently, “No.”

Jia Ting stared at him, “Really?”

Qin Luo, irritated, was about to speak when footsteps suddenly approached.