Lu liye carried the drunk Chi Yi into the car.
Her sexy long hair was already soaked wet by her sweat. Her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of tears that made one's heart ache. Her eyes were red, and one could not tell if it was the color of sadness or the wine.
He reached out and brushed away the hair on her face. His heart ached as he said, " "If you don't know how to drink, then don't drink so much! Are you trying to make yourself suffer?"
Chi Yi only mumbled something in a daze and did not continue. She did not know if she had actually heard Lu liye's words.
"Alright, I'll send you home!"
"Yingluo isn't going home!"
The confused Chi Yi shook her head rapidly and grabbed Lu liye's hand anxiously. I can't go home, Qingqing.
"Why?"
Lu liye didn't understand. you're already in this state and you're still not going home? where do you want to go? "
