By the time the opera ended, it was almost eleven o'clock. After watching the opera for three hours, no one would feel tired.
Not only did ye Zhen not feel tired, she was even full of energy. After coming out of the theater, the night wind blew, and her expression relaxed a lot.
She looked at Li Junsheng, who was only wearing a shirt. She wanted to return the clothes she was wearing to him, but he pressed on her shoulder, not letting her take them off.
"Put them on."
"But --"
"Don't catch a cold."
Ye Zhen did not refuse again. She was wearing Li Junsheng's clothes, and she felt surrounded by his aura, as if she was being hugged by him.
That feeling was surprisingly not bad.
Because of the performance, there were a lot of cars in the theater parking lot today. Li Junsheng asked the driver to drive the car to the other side. At this moment, they still had to walk over.
