Ren Feifan directly carried Ye Qingcheng up to the rooftop of the terminal building.
The terminal's rooftop was essentially off-limits, but that was nothing to a cultivator like Ren Feifan.
With a few effortless leaps, he was up there, and then Ren Feifan brought out a thick carpet as if by magic, spreading it directly on the ground.
Finally, under Ye Qingcheng's widened beautiful eyes, he produced a box of alcohol.
It was a cocktail with a low alcohol content.
He had been keeping it all along.
Ren Feifan pulled out one bottle, his thumb flicked slightly, and with a "pop!" he opened the lid and handed the bottle to Ye Qingcheng, "Qingcheng, come on, it's been a long time since we drank together."
Ye Qingcheng's pretty face blushed because she knew very well that when they drank together, it meant they were going to do that thing.