This Doesn't Seem Like the Road to the Beach

Lu Zhengrong's gaze swept over his loosened collar, her expression turning subtle.

Lu Zhengrong did not question him. She merely asked with concern, "Qingling, are you drunk?"

Shen Qingling looked up. His eyes seemed hazier than usual, and his reactions were half a beat slower.

He rubbed his temples, his voice carrying the distinctive huskiness of intoxication. "Yeah, my head feels all foggy."

"You'll have a headache tomorrow if you sleep like this. I'll help you take a walk and get some air to sober up."

She naturally reached out and held his arm, steadily guiding him toward the door.

When they reached the doorway, Lu Zhengrong looked back at the cameraman. "He's drunk enough that he can barely walk, so there's no need to film. I'll take him out for some air and be right back."

Before she had even finished speaking, she swiftly shut the cameraman, who had wanted to follow them out, inside the room.

This was already the second time. The cameraman was exhausted.

The last time, she and Shen Qingling had also gone out alone for a while, leaving the audience frantic to know what had happened.

Now that the two of them had gone out alone again, the livestream chat was filled with wails of despair.

Lu Zhengrong could not care less about any of that.

Outside, the cool night breeze brushed against his face, and Shen Qingling seemed to sober up a little.

He stopped and turned to look at Lu Zhengrong, his gaze deep beneath the dim corridor lights. "What are you trying to do?"

Lu Zhengrong tightened her hold on his arm, though her tone remained perfectly natural. "You..."

"I mean, you're drunk. Of course I'm taking you to sober up. You can't possibly go back to sleep in this state."