"Why did you drink so much just now? Drinking damages your health." Maimai raised her head and poked his face: "Look at you, your face is all flushed, smelling of alcohol. Don't drink so much next time."
Listening to her words, Sheng Sheng felt helpless, thinking it was because of her that he was upset. He put one arm around her waist, his gaze transitioning from cold anger to softness, finally turning into tenderness. The gentle look made Maimai's anxious heart relax a bit.
Their silhouettes stretched long, very long, sometimes overlapping, sometimes separating, as they continued walking along the silent path together.
Even though it was spring, the nights were still a bit cold.
A gust of cold wind hit, and Maimai shivered, not accustomed to it. Sheng Sheng felt her tremble and took off his coat to wrap around her thin body tightly.
When they reached the entrance of the club, Sheng Sheng patted her shoulder and said, "Wait for me here, I'll go get the car."
