Next day, in the first-class cabin of the airplane—
Lin Zifeng, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly felt his right arm being nudged.
Reluctantly, he woke up from a beautiful dream.
His mind kept unwittingly recalling a scene from last night in the sports car...
After going home, he couldn't sleep the whole night, making him sleepy the moment he got on the plane.
"I say, Lin Zifeng, you look exhausted? Didn't sleep well last night?" The moment they got on the plane, the elderly lady noticed something off with Lin Zifeng, his face haggard, eyes half-closed as if he hadn't woken up.
At first glance, one might think he spent the whole night toiling on a woman's belly.
"Without the Consort, nights are generally quite hard to fall asleep." Lin Zifeng shrugged, grinning broadly.
"Go away." Nangong Bing's pretty face flushed slightly, though secretly pleased, thinking, since these words came from Lin Zifeng's mouth, if it were someone else, she wouldn't even bother.
