Rumeng was hanging on one leg because her body was still pressed tightly against Song Yun's body. So at this moment, Rumeng's thigh was closely pressed against Song Yun's thigh, and her calf was probably lifted to Song Yun's knee. Since it was summer, Song Yun wore shorts, and Rumeng wore a short skirt, making it unavoidable for their bodies to make direct contact.
Song Yun remained firm in spirit. He glanced at Xiao Hui and Big Head, who were watching, and finally locked his gaze on Big Head.
"Big Head, come here, I'll give you a chance to escort our beautiful Miss Rumeng home!"
"Me?"
Big Head pointed at himself in surprise.
"Yes, you. Her foot is twisted, she can't walk!" Song Yun said.
"Forget it,"
Big Head observed Rumeng's expression and said, "Song Yun, I don't have as much charm as you do. She wants you to escort her!"
"Song Yun, it's just a short distance. You... you can just support me while we walk, no need to go out of your way to send me home," Rumeng said.
