"But I'm not wearing shoes either." Song Qiao's eyes brimmed with tears as she glared accusingly at the man in front of her.
Because he had carried her out without a word, she hadn't had the chance to put on shoes, and it was no longer just a matter of not changing her clothes.
Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to look at her pretty, snow-white feet, his expression slightly darkened, but he still looked up at her and said, "Wait here for a moment, I'll go in and get your shoes. Stay seated and don't get out of the car."
Naturally, Song Qiao had no objections and nodded, but still asked with a negotiating tone, "Or you could just carry me back to change clothes."
Lu Jingchen unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of the car, turned back, and fixed his eyes on her face, but said, "I don't have the strength to carry you back up anymore."
Song Qiao was dumbfounded, wanting to blurt out how he had the strength to be with her all night long yesterday. He clearly just didn't want to carry her.
