Left with no choice, she had to help him back to his room. But why was he so heavy?
She couldn't lift him, so she chose to drag him instead.
Chenxing mustered all her strength, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him. Still, it was difficult. He was really too heavy. She could only slowly drag him out of the bathroom.
"Thud..."
The sound of his head hitting the doorframe. Chenxing made an apologetic face, even subconsciously looking left and right, making sure no one spotted her mischief. Feeling somehow lucky to be alive, she continued dragging him. God, why was he so heavy? She didn't notice it before.
Hum, bad guy. Look at the lipstick marks on his neck. Anyone would be a fool to believe Nan Baihao's words. Did he think she was blind and couldn't tell those were lipstick marks? There was more than one color of lipstick, even...
She sniffed closer. There was a strong scent of perfume on him. How many women had he been with tonight?