"But I'm not wearing any shoes either." Song Qiao's eyes welled up with tears, as she directly glared at the man in front of her accusingly.
Because earlier he had hugged her without a word and brought her out, she hadn't even had time to put on shoes—not to mention changing clothes.
Lu Jingchen glanced down at those fair and pretty feet, his expression slightly darkened, but he still looked up at her and spoke, "Wait here for a moment. I'll go in and get shoes for you. Sit tight and don't get out of the car."
Song Qiao naturally had no objections and nodded, but still asked in a negotiating tone, "Why don't you just carry me back to change clothes?"
Lu Jingchen unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car, turning back to stare at her face, but then said, "I don't have the strength to carry you back up."
Song Qiao was taken aback, almost blurting out how he still had the strength to toss and turn all night last night. Clearly, he just doesn't want to carry her.
