"We'll talk about the future when it comes." What mattered to him now was that Ling Yin, that bastard, was about to leave. The two of them were about to be separated. He tidied up his clothes a bit, and Hua Hua reluctantly combed through his hair: "When you get back to Spain, stay out of trouble, don't get sick, take care of yourself!"
"How about a farewell deep kiss?" Ling Yin held him, completely ignoring the stares of others.
His lips brushed against his ear: "Remember to apply the medicine."
Upon hearing this, Hua Hua stomped heavily on his foot, looking unsatisfied, yet reluctantly held his head and kissed him deeply.
It wasn't until the plane soared into the clouds and disappeared from view that Hua Hua reluctantly drove home alone.
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