Chu Xi didn't try to steady the bamboo pole. As it started to slip, Sang Ning quickly grabbed the middle part, lifted it up with force, and adjusted it on Chu Xi's shoulder, moving it up a few inches.
Taking advantage of Chu Xi's inability to resist, Sang Ning seized her hand and pressed it against the bamboo pole. Then, she brought her face closer, flashing a radiant smile: "Xixi, is this better now?"
"Ugh…" The weight on her shoulder left Chu Xi gasping for air. Her vocal cords tightened, and the only sound she could muster was a slow, pained groan.
While tying up the straw, Sang Ning had considered Chu Xi's tolerance. The bamboo pole loaded with straw was heavy, yes, but still within Chu Xi's limits. Sang Ning wanted her to work—not torture her.
After a few seconds, Chu Xi finally adjusted to the weight on her shoulder, though her breaths remained uneven.
She glared at Sang Ning furiously, stammering, "Your mom… Your mom… Your mom…"
