Watching Lu Shishu's figure gradually recede into the distance, Jiang Baizhou took some time before retracting his gaze. He looked down at Cen Jin, who appeared exceptionally obedient and gentle leaning in his embrace, pursed his lips, and walked to his car, placing her in the passenger seat.
"Jiang Baizhou, where are we going?" Cen Jin asked, supporting her groggy head with one hand, smiling brightly.
"Home." Jiang Baizhou fastened her seatbelt without any expression, but Cen Jin, feeling uncomfortable with her sitting posture, kept squirming, causing him to repeatedly fail in buckling it. The faint scent of gardenias mixed with the intermittent aroma of alcohol lingered around his prominent nose, and with a slight glance, he could see her charming, rosy face, inexplicably stirring some in his heart.
"Don't move." Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Jiang Baizhou warned her in a hoarse yet deep voice, his face dark.
