Shen Yue and Hai Mingzhu had already arrived outside the Wild Bar. A cold wind blew through the night, and Hai Mingzhu sighed, feeling as though she had just run a lap in the Netherworld.
Luckily for her, she had Shen Yue beside her, who was able to bring her back to the world of the living.
Seeing Shen Yue bearing Li Yawei on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, with her loose limbs hanging like that of a corpse, a wave of envy came over the gawkers littering the scene.
Relieved to have escaped the dingy and unpleasant place, Hai Mingzhu suggested, "It must be uncomfortable for her to be carried like this."
"Then how should I carry her?" Shen Yue looked like he was considering handing Li Yawei over to Hai Mingzhu.
Hai Mingzhu hastily waved her hands in refusal, "I think she's quite comfortable. Please, do continue."
"Who's the one comfortable here?" Jin Xin's voice suddenly came through their communication device.