Lu Luo had no choice but to pay the bill himself, then carry Qi Xinzhu on his back and leave.
It was already midnight, and the entertainment street was still brightly lit.
Lu Luo didn't have the key to the Church district with him, so he could only carry Qi Xinzhu back to his own home.
Walking on the dark streets, occasional passersby would glance at Lu Luo. They most likely assumed he had just picked up someone dead drunk from the entertainment street.
The woman on his back has a nice figure; this guy is really lucky, was probably what most passersby thought.
But only Lu Luo knew that even if he let go, Qi Xinzhu wouldn't fall off. Her hands were clasped tightly around Lu Luo's neck, her whole body pressed firmly against his back. She was holding on with such force that if it weren't for Lu Luo's Constitution of 30, she might have choked him half to death by now.
