In the elevator, Cheng Zhu held Shen Qingning, swiped the room card and pressed a floor, then leaned his own weight against the elevator.
Any man who has embraced a dead drunk woman should know.
How heavy a seemingly light and slender woman can become in such a state.
That feeling is more exhausting than when you hold her on a normal day.
Cheng Zhu looked down at Ningning, feeling that she seemed to be at ease at this moment.
This caused a slight ripple in his heart, and he sighed softly.
Even now, a man like him felt a twinge of self-reproach.
Tonight, Shen Qingning was uncharacteristically not as persistently proud and stubborn as before.
Wasn't Cheng Zhu too?
Whether it was sitting there silently observing her for so long, or speaking to her gently, it all went against his strategy of teasing the proud girl.
Experience told him what to do, but his heart didn't choose that way.
The high-end hotel's elevator was fast and steady.
