"Um, can I..." Turstin Muller stared at Valentine Teller's pretty face, his words unspoken as his face flushed with redness.
"Can you what?" Valentine looked at him, puzzled.
Seeing his cheeks turn red and scratching his head, she immediately understood.
He wanted a goodbye kiss.
Valentine also felt a bit embarrassed, lowering her head hesitantly. The broadcast was urging, no more delays allowed. When he didn't take the initiative, she made up her mind, rose on her tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm leaving, goodbye!" Valentine waved her hand, clutched her bag, and walked away quickly, leaving the delighted Turstin Muller behind.
Watching her graceful back, Turstin covered his kissed cheek, smiling foolishly, murmuring, "Goodbye, Valentine, goodbye..."
Once on the plane, Valentine finally let out a sigh of relief.
She put her things in place and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes to relax.
