Half an hour later.
Lu Zhiang's car stopped outside the hotel where Lin Anxin was staying. After parking the car, he unbuckled the seatbelt for the person sleeping soundly in the co-driver seat.
"Hmm..."
Lin Anxin's face was flushed, and even in her sleep, she frowned deeply.
As long as you got close to her, you could smell the strong scent of alcohol on her.
Lu Zhiang reached out to pick up the stray strands of hair on her face, tucking them behind her ear. Then he looked at her beautifully red lips, his gaze lingering for a few seconds, becoming deep.
"Lin Anxin..."
"Hmm." The drunken person frowned again, muttered softly, "An Nan, one more!"
His thin lips suddenly curled up, with a rebellious glint in his eyes full of amusement. Then, taking advantage of her being asleep, he quickly leaned down and kissed her cheek.
It was really like a feather-light kiss.
Softly touching for a moment, then withdrawing like lightning.
