Wen Qiao had Song Qian secure Lin Ruochun, then she turned half around in front of Lin Ruochun and squatted down low, after which she instructed Song Qian to place Lin Ruochun on her back.
Drunk people tend to weigh more than usual, so when Lin Ruochun's body was fully resting on Wen Qiao, Wen Qiao was pressed downward in a sudden dip.
Song Qian promptly steadied her from the side, his brow furrowed with concern, "Or maybe I should carry her."
"No need."
Wen Qiao paused for a bit, slowly straightening up and firmly wrapping her arms around Lin Ruochun's thighs, gave her a little bounce upward, and then headed towards the hotel.
Because the riverside area was like a small night market with no place to park, when Song Qian had driven to pick them up, he first made a trip back to the hotel, transported the spoils of both women to their room, and they had walked to the riverside. So now, they could only walk back. Moreover, all three of them had been drinking and couldn't drive.
