On the plane from Qing City to Beijing, the flight attendant spoke sweetly about the requirements for taking the flight. The passengers were excited because the plane had not yet taken off, while frequent flyers leisurely played with their phones, waiting for the flight attendant to remind them to turn off their devices.
The young man fastened his seatbelt and glanced out the window with his starry eyes. His delicate face carried a touch of coldness, his tall nose beneath his tightly pursed red lips, and those eyes, like stars, held a faint smile hidden from others. The tear mole at the corner of his eye exuded a rare excitement.
[Your Majesty, you're simply too willful.] 007 said with a troubled expression, [A girl should be more reserved. How can you just throw yourself at him like this!]
Bi Xia pouted, 'What do you know? This is called deep love. Besides, didn't Fourth Brother say he'd come back if I came back?'
