Felix carried Wendy into the car. She could feel his body temperature from the place where they touched. The faint warmth made her want to indulge and not sober up. However, after a while, she realized she had to sober up. Then she stretched out her hand and pulled the clothes on his chest. "Let me down. I can walk by myself."
Felix glanced at Wendy. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper. Her lips were bloodless due to the cold, showing an unhealthy purple color. But her eyes were still bright, shining with a stubborn light.
What did she want to do? Could she walk in such a condition?
Felix frowned and said displeasedly, "What are you doing?"
It was rare for him to treat a woman so tenderly, but Wendy didn't seem to care about it.
"I had an unpleasant smell," Wendy said awkwardly.
