Disembarking

Lu Zhen was drunk, so her resistance to Song Jia was not as strong. She asked groggily, "Where are you going?"

Song Jia didn't expect Lu Zhen to wake up. When he looked down, he saw a pair of intoxicated eyes under the scarf. They were cute and charming. His breathing stopped for a moment. He didn't answer Lu Zhen's question. Instead, he said gently, "Are you tired? If you are, sleep for a while. It won't be cold soon."

Song Jia's voice seemed to have been drugged, making Lu Zhen feel that the scene around her was more and more like a dream. It was indeed quite cold. Lu Zhen closed her eyes again.

Song Jia carried Lu Zhen and quickly arrived at the guesthouse. The lady boss of the guesthouse was stunned when she saw Song Jia carrying a woman in. She opened her mouth and wanted to ask something.

Song Jia glanced at the lady boss indifferently. Although he didn't say anything, the meaning of "shut up" was conveyed very accurately.