Soon, Lu Ting Cheng, Lu Ting Zhou, Lu Zi Zhen, Old Madam Lu, and Old Master Lu ascended the steps into the larger aircraft, greeted by uniformed attendants bowing respectfully. The guards also boarded...
Meanwhile, on their adjacent jet, Lu Zhi Hao helped Wan Ruyi up the stairs, one hand protectively around her waist as she held onto the railing.
Two guards, one attendant, and two pilots were in that Airbus; they needed to have some close-to-private moment....
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IN FLIGHT – LU ZHI HAO'S AIRBUS
High above the soft clouds, the private Airbus hummed quietly with minimal cabin lights on. After a light breakfast prepared by the steward, Wan Ruyi leaned back against the plush reclining seat, her eyes half-closed in languid relaxation.
Lu Zhi Hao unbuckled his belt and leaned closer, his gaze dark and tender as he brushed her hair behind her ear, "Feeling alright?"
"Mn," she murmured softly, her lips curving faintly, "Just a little bit sleepy."
