Qin Qingzhuo was so drunk that he had lost the consciousness to walk and was completely dependent on Jiang Ji to drag him forward.
After walking a few steps, Jiang Ji stopped and felt that he should change his approach.
Dragging Qin Qingzhuo forward like this was too slow and tiring. By the time they reached Honglu Bar, both of them would be exhausted.
Another thing is that he had to use force to lift Qin Qingzhuo's body upwards to reduce the friction between Qin Qingzhuo's feet and the ground and walk faster, but in this way, Qin Qingzhuo leaned against him, his hair rubbed against the side of his neck and it was very itchy, and his moist breath fell on the back of his neck, which made people feel... quite weird.
Jiang Ji helped Qin Qingzhuo stand up straight, bent down, hooked his arms around Qin Qingzhuo's legs, and when he stood up again, he carried Qin Qingzhuo up.
This is much easier. Jiang Ji quickened his pace.
Qin Qingzhuo was not too heavy - he was not short, just over 1.80 meters tall, but his shoulders and back were a little thin, his waist was narrow and his legs were thin, and he didn't have much flesh on his body.
A drunk on the road whistled at Jiang Ji, probably thinking he was a corpse picker. Jiang Ji ignored him.
"Nice waist." The man was even more excited. He pointed at Qin Qingzhuo drunkenly and gave him a thumbs up, commenting, "Good stuff."
Qin Qingzhuo casually put on a loose T-shirt when she went out. When Jiang Ji lifted her up from the ground just now, the T-shirt was rubbed up a little. Now that her upper body was facing downward, the fabric drooped due to gravity, revealing a tight waist and abdomen.
Jiang Ji was just busy walking forward and didn't notice this at all.
Hearing what the drunkard said, he glanced at him coldly, raised his hand and pulled down the hanging hem of Qin Qingzhuo's clothes to cover his waist.
Carrying Qin Qingzhuo was much less labor-intensive than dragging him. Jiang Ji pushed open the door of the bar, locked it, and carried him up to the second floor in one breath.
Jiang Bei has changed from sitting cross-legged on the pool table to lying on the pool table, still playing Honor of Kings on Jiang Ji's mobile phone.
Hearing Jiang Ji's footsteps, she sat up, glanced at Jiang Ji who was walking over, and said with some disdain: "Where did you pick up this drunkard?"
"Just have fun." Jiang Ji did not slow down.
"Where do you want him to sleep?" Jiang Bei asked again, "Sofa?"
Jiang Ji didn't say anything. When he walked to the sofa, he paused.
The sofa is not very long, and Jiang Bei can usually lie on it comfortably. But if Qin Qingzhuo were to lie on it with his legs curled up, it would probably be quite cramped.
"A pool table is fine," Jiang Bei said while playing the game. "Anyway, no matter where you sleep, don't take up my space."
Before she finished her words, Jiang Ji had already carried Qin Qingzhuo into his room.
After putting Qin Qingzhuo on the bed, Jiang Ji stood up and looked at him.
Aren’t you quite popular, Jiang Ji thought, but now you are despised by a little kid. Even a big star can end up like this.
*
Qin Qingzhuo felt dizzy, his brain was deprived of oxygen, and he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. It was not until his body touched the soft bed that he felt a little better.
He struggled to open his eyes and saw the strange and glaring incandescent light above his head.
His eyelids were heavy, and his eyes slowly moved from the ceiling to the surroundings. He saw part of the room - the furnishings were simple, but it seemed quite tidy. He always felt that this room was very familiar, as if he had seen it before, but his brain was groggy and he couldn't remember why it was familiar.