?Chapter 368: Chapter 368: Brother Mo Chen, Are You Okay?   Chapter 368: Chapter 368: Brother Mo Chen, Are You Okay?                                   Arriving at the stairwell, three teams happened to be climbing the stairs together.


    Qiao Ruoxin knew very well that Mo Chen’s desire to win was very strong, a dominance that seemed to be etched in his genes; he always wanted to fight for first ce, no matter the challenge.


    The man pulled her hand and quickened their pace up the stairs.


    But Lu Feifei was an athletic champion, and her co-host partner also had good physical fitness, so their climbing speed was exceptionally fast. In no time, they had already surged ahead of them.


    Lu Xingxing, who had been behind them, snorted coldly at them, “My sister trains year-round, Qiao Ruoxin. With your speed, you’ll only hold us back. You can forget about winning this round!”


    After speaking, Lu Xingxing also rushed ahead of them.


    A fineyer of sweat appeared on Qiao Ruoxin’s forehead.


    The truth was, she usually wasn’t this fragile. She didn’t know what was wrong these few days, constantly feeling unusually tired, and getting weary with the slightest movement.


    “Mo Chen, Brother… Maybe you should go ahead first. I’ll take my time by myself; I’ll go take the elevator.”


    Mo Chen tightened his grip on her hand, turned around, and carried her on his back, saying in a deep voice, “It’s okay, losing doesn’t matter. You’ve already won many times.”


    Before she could react, she was already lying on the man’s back.


    Her arms wrapped around the man’s neck, “I can see the desire to win in your eyes, you really want to win, don’t you.”


    “…” The man was silent for a few seconds, “It’s instinctual, but it’s not a must to win.”


    Indeed, with Mo Chen carrying her, their speed climbing the stairs increased significantly, scaling three floors in one minute.


    The man’s stamina was gradually being depleted. If they kept missing the elevator and had to climb to the rooftop’s forty-story terrace, they might really get exhausted to death.


    Qiao Ruoxin wiped the sweat from the side of his face, indeed, a man in earnest is most charming.


    When they reached the twentieth floor, it was time to fight for the elevator again.


    Mo Chen hesitated for a few seconds. If they fought for the elevator, there would definitely be many men in ck to obstruct them, but if they continued climbing stairs, his physical exhaustion might slow them down more and more.


    “Let’s go for the elevator!” she suggested.


    A staff member nearby offered a gentle reminder, “Just a heads up, the battle for the elevator on this floor may be even more brutal.”


    Qiao Ruoxin frowned. More brutal? What could they be facing?


    Just then, the broadcast announced, “Lu Feifei’s team has already climbed to the thirtieth floor.”


    A sh of surprise crossed Mo Chen’s dark eyes, faster than he had anticipated.


    Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes widened, “Let’s go for the elevator. You can’t make it in time carrying me like this up the stairs.”


    “Okay,” the man responded with a breath, despite his handsome face being covered in sweat.


    With her on his back, Mo Chen made his way to the elevator passage, indeed finding a solid mass of men in ck in front of them.


    The elevator disy showed it was on the 34th floor, continuing to descend, about to open its doors.


    Qiao Ruoxin struggled to get down, “Let me go, just charge forward!”


    Mo Chen’s dark eyes fixated on the floor indicator of the descending elevator, rapidly calcting in his mind the approximate time the doors would open and how long it would take to break through the crowd to the elevator, roughly twenty seconds.


    Carrying this “Little Ghost” would probably shave another five seconds off the time.


    “Little Ghost, don’t move around, hold on to me.”


    She looked at the man’s alluring profile, dazed, not sure what Mo Chen was nning to do.


    But she instinctively held on tightly to his neck.


    Mo Chen stared straight ahead, watching the numbers above the elevator. The next second, he charged forward suddenly.


    She was taken aback, closing her eyes tightly.


    A group of men in ck also rushed forward, intentionally blocking them, throwing beach balls at them, and spraying water with water guns, with an enormous amount of water.


    Mo Chen took ten seconds to rush out of the crowd and arrived right in front of the elevator door, which then slowly opened.


    He quickly entered the elevator and then closed the doors.


    The man put down her body, leaned against the elevator wall, took deep breaths, and closed his eyes, clearly exhausted.


    This was equivalent to an extreme sport.


    Qiao Ruoxin also leaned against the elevator wall to catch her breath; the image of Mo Chen carrying her through the crowd kept reying in her mind, and she felt a touch of emotion.


    She looked at the man beside her, drenched all over, his hair wet and dripping.


    “Mo Chen brother, are you okay?”


    The man closed his eyes, leaned in the elevator, and kept gasping for air, visibly fatigued.


    Mo Chen opened his eyes, his dense eyshes still holding droplets of water, “I’m okay, just a bit tired.”


    As Mo Chen had been carrying her, she hadn’t gotten much water on her, but the man’s upper body waspletely soaked.


    The man stood upright, his slender fingers running through his hair, pushing it back, creating a slicked-back hairstyle that instantly unleashed his presence, sexy, mature, andmanding.


    “This hairstyle suits you well,” she said with a smile on her lips.


    She took out a tissue, stood on her tiptoes, and helped wipe the droplets off the man’s face.


    Mo Chen watched her small face and said in a deep voice, “Little Ghost, I knew you werecking in physical strength, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad.”


    “…”


    Qiao Ruoxin changed the subject, “It’s really difficult without high heels, I have to tip-toe to wipe your face.”


    The man grasped her slender waist, lifted her up, and looked down at her, “Can you reach now?”


    “Yes,” sheughed.


    After wiping the man’s face, she stepped out of his embrace and stood straight.


    Qiao Ruoxin suddenly felt a little dizzy, shook her head, trying to keep herself alert.


    These days, she didn’t understand why she had be so delicate.


    With a ding-dong, the elevator doors slowly opened,—the thirtieth floor had been reached.


    She and Mo Chen stepped out of the elevator, only to find that the Lu sisters were still there, seemingly in the midst ofpleting a task.


    A crew member instructed, “This task requires the male guest to do fifty push-ups, but the princess must sit on the man’s back.”


    No wonder the Lu sisters hadn’tpleted the task yet.


    Lu Xingyu had a slender build, and with Lu Xingxing looking to weigh over a hundred pounds, it posed a challenge for him.


    As for Lu Feifei, a perennial athlete, she was on the heavier side as well, so both couples were struggling with the task.


    Qiao Ruoxin looked at Mo Chen beside her. He had just carried her up so many stairs; did he still have the energy for push-ups, let alone with her weight on his back…


    “Mo Chen brother, can you do it?”


    “Men can’t stand to hear women say they’re not capable,” he let out a cold chuckle.


    Then he walked to the designated area, got into push-up position, and looked up at her, “Little Ghost,e here.”


    A faint look of concern was evident in Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes.


    After all, Mo Chen had engaged in too much physical activity today, and she was beginning to feel a bit sorry for him. She wasn’t heavy, but she still weighed 95 pounds.


    She walked over to him, hesitating about whether or not to sit down.


    Mo Chen, focusing on the ground, said firmly, “Sit on it, on the waist.”


    At this moment, the other two couples stopped to watch them.