"To hell with you, Jiang Baiyan. From now on, I declare Jiang Lai as my 12th internet husband!"
"Holding a muscular man over six feet with one leg, does this even make sense?"
"What kind of super strength young woman is this?! Am I watching a sci-fi movie?"
"Zhou Luo is so delicate, so weak."
At the end of the three-second hold, Jiang Lai unhesitatingly dropped Zhou Luo and then raised both hands high.
"We are the champions!"
The crowd went wild.
Everyone was stunned.
The most shocked of all, however, was Zhou Luo himself.
No one can better understand the experience of being horizontally picked up by a girl weighing under 100 pounds.
His mind went blank, and his nose was filled with Jiang Lai's cool fragrance, clean and refreshing, like a breeze after a heavy rain.
It wasn't until he lay down on the sand that he realized everything that just happened was real.
At this moment, Jiang Lai looked down at him with an indifferent expression.
