"Uh..." Wen Meimei groggily opened her eyes and got out of the car.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her into the air.
Instantly wide awake, Wen Meimei caught the familiar scent of a man and instinctively clung to his neck, burying her face in the nape of his neck.
"Your right hand can't exert strength; doesn't it get tired holding me like this?"
"Not tired." Qiao Chengxun's voice was hoarse and captivating.
Wen Meimei lifted her eyes to look at the handsome face of the man, raising her head.
But the next second she frowned, "There's stubble; it's prickly!"
"I'll shave it off as soon as we get back."
"No need to shave, it's very masculine; I like it."
"Alright." Qiao Chengxun complied unconditionally with her words.
Wen Meimei lightly arched her brow; this guy was becoming more and more indecisive.
Lost in thought, Qiao Chengxun carried her to another car parked nearby.
