After a brief turbulence, the plane smoothly glided into the clouds.
The curtain was drawn, and only faint sounds from the economy class could be heard. All Wanwan could see was a smiling face.
Lu Changchuan reached out to hold her hand, protesting softly, "Wanwan, you hurt me!"
They say a rumor repeated enough times can become truth.
Although he wasn't sure if Luo Xinying would exaggerate and spread what she just saw, imagining her doing so made Lu Changchuan want to hide his face.
Ye Wan leaned in to peck Lu Changchuan on the lips, "Does the ninth master mind if others think you're a flirt?"
People used to think he liked men.
What others think, what does it have to do with him?
Lu Changchuan shook his head, "I don't mind."
"Then..."
Ye Wan smiled sweetly, "In my heart, my husband is handsome, capable, and considerate. I rate you full marks without fearing you'll get conceited. Now, ninth master, do you still think I hurt you?"
"Okay, I'm wrong!"
