Lu Huaiyu carried Ning Li all the way to the parking lot. When they got to the car, Lu Huaiyu had intended on putting her down, but Ning Li was clutching his shirt tightly and refused to let go.
He had no choice but to continue to carry her.
Only then did she stop fidgeting and rested quietly in his arms.
Cheng Xiyue was rendered speechless when he saw this.
Finally, he realised what had been going on earlier. Lu Huaiyu had not taken advantage of Ning Li. It was the other way around!
Lu Huaiyu lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms.
Ning Li's eyes were closed and her breathing was even. She had really fallen asleep.
Her small hands were still subconsciously clutching his shirt at his chest, and her forehead was lightly resting against his firm and flat chest.
The tip of her nose was still slightly red and she looked very pitiful.
Even in her sleep, her eyebrows were gently knitted together.
