Someone kept his promise not to come in, but it made her feel even more embarrassed than if he had. She sat up, her chest burning with pain, his fiery breaths and bone-devouring sweet talk seemed to linger cruelly by her ears.
She found that this man was even more shameless than he was five years ago.
The airplane cabin door was pulled open from the outside, and there was no time to pretend to be asleep. She looked up to see Leng Youchen, dressed in a gray striped sweater and black casual pants, walking in. His bangs were soft, looking much more approachable than when he meticulously styled his hair with gel.
He walked to the bed, knelt on one knee on the bed, reached out and cradled her nape, lightly pecked her lips, "Did you sleep well?"
Wei Anning nodded, looking at the blue sky outside the window, "Where are we now?"
