As they reached the car, Han Qingshan placed Jiang Yingyue in the passenger seat, reached over her, and fastened the seat belt.
Jiang Yingyue was dazed and lazily like a cat. She was relaxing and leaning back against the seat, her eyelids heavy and closing slowly.
It did not take long before her breathing turned even, and she had fallen asleep. Seeing her like this, Han Qingshan smiled slightly as he drove slowly towards the condo.
When they arrived at the condo, she was even deeper asleep, and he could not bear to wake her up. So instead, he carried her like a princess to the elevator and up to their home.
He had some trouble opening the front door while he was carrying her, but after trying a few times it finally worked out, and he closed the door with a kick of his feet after entering.
Jiang Yingyue was nestling in his arms, her head was rubbing against his chest, and she was mumbling a few words from time to time.
