The girl who reaches his chin while standing has a delicate figure.
But when carried on his back, she feels as light as a feather, almost like a gust of wind could blow her away.
As he placed her into the front passenger seat after descending the stairs, Lu Changchuan couldn't help but smile at her serene sleeping face.
Who would have thought that Sister Wan, the boss of Malan Mountain with astonishing combat prowess, would have such a low alcohol tolerance?
Or is it what they say, when God opens a door for you, He closes a window?
Fastening her seatbelt, reclining the seat, and fetching a pillow from the trunk for her, the Maybach sped swiftly towards Yuehu Bay.
Entering the residential area, Lu Changchuan hesitated.
In the past, the car would've definitely stopped at the entrance of Wanwan's building, and he would carry her back to her room and then call Auntie Ming to come and change her clothes.
But now, perhaps... there was no need?
