She looked serious, "Is, is it like the concept of losing teeth?"
Mo Nanjue nodded, "Yes," he lifted his eyelids slightly, looking at the flight attendant, "If you don't believe me, ask her."
The man's handsome face carried a smile, his thin lips slightly curved, it was simply a lethal charm. The flight attendant met his gaze, and inexplicably blushed.
Tong Ran furrowed her small brows, raising her head to ask, "Is it true? Why can't I drink by myself? I've never seen on TV that someone needs their neighbor to feed them..."
Mo Nanjue's alluring peach blossom eyes squinted slightly, carrying a hint of danger, "My wife is asking if it's true."
Tong Ran blushed at his words and reached out to hit him, "Who's your wife..."
The man's eyes darkened, "Teeth."
Tong Ran quickly covered her mouth.
