Gao Zhe didn't wake her up.
He thought she was asleep and planned to hold her a little longer before taking her back like this.
His suit was still draped over his arm, and the gray shirt was buttoned meticulously. The hazy yellow light poured down, covering his tall figure. With his slightly bent head, he appeared genteel and distinguished.
A moment later, Gao Zhe bent down, half of his body leaning into the car to carry Lu Zhenzhen out.
As soon as he got close, Lu Zhenzhen suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.
She was retreating herself, her shoulders rubbing against the seat, slowly sliding inside.
Gao Zhe let out a muffled groan, bending one knee against the edge of the seat.
A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes, but when he looked down at her again, he understood.
"Zhenzhen."
This call was relatively calm, and he said in a gentle voice, "If you're awake, get out and walk yourself."
Lu Zhenzhen didn't answer, she didn't even open her eyes.
