1 a.m.
Fu Nian was already a bit drowsy when he boarded Jing Luo's private jet.
But what Fu Nian really wanted to know... was why Jing Luo came along with him.
He hesitated to speak.
Fu Nian wanted to ask several times but decided against it.
After all... the man was already on the plane and sitting right beside him.
Talking about useless things now obviously held no meaning.
Fu Nian yawned, and Jing Luo proactively offered his arm...
"Lean on me and get some sleep."
"I don't want to..."
Fu Nian raised his hand to push away the man's arm but was caught by the wrist.
"If you don't lean on my shoulder, I'll hold you in my arms as you sleep."
Fu Nian: "..."
The man looked serious, not joking at all.
Alright then.
Fu Nian fell silent.
Fu Nian yawned and leaned back against the man's shoulder again.
Jing Luo's thin lips curled slightly; from his perspective, he could see the woman's delicate little face, truly exquisite, and most importantly, very gentle.
