He continued massaging her.
He looked down and saw that she had already closed her eyes, her thick lashes casting two little fans against his vision.
"Feeling better?"
Qiao Xi nodded in his arms,
Smiling without speaking.
Shen Dang bent down and pecked her red lips, his voice emerging from between thin lips, "How about a walk before we go back to the hotel?"
The light from the car window illuminated her blushing cheek, as if inviting someone to pluck its flush.
Qiao Xi, lying in his embrace, had no desire to move: "No thanks, let's go back. I have an interview tomorrow."
She remembered the interview, so she couldn't have been that drunk.
Shen Dang laughed lowly: "Then let's head back."
Qiao Xi nodded again.
As soon as they returned to the hotel room, Shen Dang didn't expect to be pressed by Qiao Xi against the door.
Her fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol flooded his nostrils.
Shen Dang humorously raised an eyebrow.
