Lanterns swayed gently on both sides, basking in the orange glow.
The two descended the steps, one in front of the other.
Shen Jing stood beside the car, clad in a cheongsam fastened with pearl-colored buttons. Bathed in the pale moonlight, her exposed skin appeared delicate and exquisite.
Watching her, Zhou Luchen suddenly thought of something amusing. To call her his ancestor. After all, nobody knew.
"Ever since you arrived, I haven't been able to eat properly," she said.
Zhou Luchen didn't even seem to hear, tossing the car keys to her. "Get in the car."
"You can use the navigation," Shen Jing assumed he was unfamiliar with the area.
"I don't have the energy to drive." He settled into the passenger seat, leaving no room for argument.
This lord. Staying up late, catching a cold. And now blaming me for it.
Fine.
Shen Jing opened the car door, personally taking on the role of his chauffeur.
