The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

"What’s wrong?"

He Ying cradled Sang Yan’s back with both his hands, fearing she’d start thrashing about and fall out.

Sang Yan felt this position was currently too dangerous and hastily said, "Nothing’s wrong."

Then she struggled to get down.

But evidently, getting up was easy, getting down was hard.

He Ying pinned her shoulders down, looking up at her, "Ah Yan, what dream did you have? Tell me, so I can also have a good laugh."

Sang Yan was too embarrassed to say, "I didn’t dream anything. Let go. I need to get down."

He Ying didn’t allow it, his smile devilish, "Why go down? I think it’s pretty good like this. Ah Yan, how’s the view from up there?"

Sang Yan looked down at the people below, understanding the implied ’scenery’, and played along with a smile, "Not bad."

He Ying indulged her, "Then Ah Yan, enjoy it a bit longer."