The body that fell into his embrace was slender and soft, and her jet-black short hair was smooth and silky, revealing small, fair ears.
There was a delicate flush of red on her cheeks and earlobes.
The girl looked neat and pretty, so much so that one might doubt if she was underage.
But Shen Lin didn't think much of it; smelling the strong scent of alcohol on her, he was almost certain she was drunk.
With his other arm injured, he simply lifted the young lady up and carried her on his shoulder to leave.
Li Zaijun didn't know whose shoulder she was leaning on but felt her whole body swaying, worsening her dizziness.
Her stomach was also very uneasy, and she felt like vomiting.
Her small hands began to push against his shoulder subconsciously, and she murmured between her lips, "Don't... don't touch me, stay away from me..."
It was so uncomfortable.
