Ji Mingzhu was carried over Xie Yunzhen's shoulder.
Her abdomen pressed against his shoulder, she struggled to maintain her balance, preventing her upper body from collapsing.
In the middle of the night, apart from the lantern-carrying maid, no one saw how they appeared at this moment.
But Ji Mingzhu still felt awkward.
She kicked and hit Xie Yunzhen out of fear of falling, while her other hand clung tightly to the man's shoulder.
The night was chilly, her hand slightly cold.
It brushed against the skin on the side of his neck from time to time, creating a stark contrast between the cold and the heat.
As she twisted, bursts of warm fragrance wafted out.
Xie Yunzhen thoroughly enjoyed it.
Like a lecher, he tilted his head and took a deep breath. "Zhu Zhu, smells wonderful."
Ji Mingzhu froze, her face turning bright red.
"Xie Yunzhen, don't you have any shame!"
"I don't."
Ji Mingzhu was once again shocked by his shamelessness, "Put me down now!"
"I won't."
