On the street in the night, Han Yunting looks at Leng Shutong's figure. Her hair is flying on her face, and her clear eyes are full of bright stars.

Maybe everything is too aestheticism and just right shocking.

Han Yunting moved in her direction involuntarily.

No longer an illusion, he really felt Leng Shutong's strong emotion.

No matter why she came late, she came at last!

Han Yunting subconsciously raised his arm to meet her petite and eager figure.

In a flash, Leng Shutong didn't have time to stop running. Under a street lamp, he jumped into his arms.

Ear is her shortness of breath, lips stuck to a wisp of her hair.

Han Yunting held her waist rigidly for a long time.

At this time, Leng Shutong put his hands around his neck and his cheek close to him. After breathing, he said softly, "why don't you wait for me? I didn't say that I won't go back to the hotel with you!"

Han Yunting raised his hand and pulled away the hair from the corner of his mouth. He pursed his lips. His tone was a little stiff. "Did you go back to him?"

Leng Shutong is holding him on tiptoe. She realizes that her waist is released. She takes a small step back and takes a breath before she speaks.

There is a tingle in the center of the foot.

Han Yunting caught her staggering figure and looked down. He saw that her white feet had been stained with dust, and the edge of her instep seemed to be broken.

Seeing this, he squatted down without thinking and looked at it carefully.

And his action, also let Leng Shutong embarrassed to curl up his toes, "no, nothing, go back to stick a band aid!"

Hearing this, Han Yunting raised his head, and without saying a word, he held her up.

Leng Shutong can't avoid exclamation, and his heart beats like a drum.

Han Yunting on this evening is so unexpected!

A few seconds later, he put Leng Shutong on the bench by the side of the road, then squatted in front of her, carrying her calf on his knee.

Leng Shutong's ear tip turned red quietly. He struggled twice and muttered, "my feet are dirty..."

In order to get back to him as soon as possible, she took off her high heels when she went to find Xize.

This time, the soles of the feet were stained with a large amount of dust.

At present, Han Yunting turns a deaf ear to her words.

He looked down at the tiny feet and painted pale green cat's eye nail polish on his toenails.

He carefully poked her on the back of her foot. "Does it hurt?"

Cold Shu Tong don't open eyes, shook his head, "don't hurt."

Han Yunting nodded to herself, and then he focused on her feet. There were several obvious small wounds that had been stained with blood, "can you still walk?"

Leng Shutong let out a "hum", then quickly bent over and put the high heels on the ground, "if you can go, let's go back!"

In fact, she is more anxious than Han Yunting to return to the hotel as soon as possible.

Because just now he said he had something to say to himself!

Han Yunting looked at the seven centimeter high-heeled shoes, sighed silently, took down her feet from her knees, then turned and squatted in front of her, "come on up!"

"Ah?" Leng Shutong looked at his back and didn't react for a moment.

Han Yunting good temper to look back, tone seriously repeated: "I carry you back, up!"

Later, Leng Shutong climbed on his back rigidly, trying to hold his breath, for fear that he thought he was too heavy.

When Han Yunting stood up with him on his back, he also picked up the high-heeled shoes on the ground.