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When Lu Huai'an carried the girl reeking of alcohol out of the bar, the sky had already darkened.
The fury building up in his chest burned fiercer and fiercer, his sharply defined features cold enough to almost drip water, yet she was utterly unconcerned, restlessly pushing him with her hands.
His sword-like brows furrowed deeply.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl's two fair and slender legs exposed to the air, swaying up and down with his steps, making one's eyes hurt.
"How old are you? Do I need to tell you what thickness of clothes to wear for each season?"
The man's indifferent voice conveyed an extremely displeased emotion.
Lin Chu burst out laughing.
Perhaps knowing that struggling with all her might would be of no use, she ceased her futile efforts, changing from pushing him to wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leisurely leaning against his chest.
Her cheeks blushed, and her delicate features carried a pretty smile.
