The two kissed for a while. Leng Youchen let her go, took off her headset, smoothed out her disheveled hair, and gently caressed her cheek with his fingers, "Want to try skydiving?"
Wei Anning looked at him in surprise, "It's pitch black. What if we get caught in a tree or drift into the Mediterranean Sea?"
Leng Youchen ruffled her hair, first unbuckled his own seatbelt, then unbuckled hers, and wrapped his arm around her waist to help her up and out of the cockpit.
A captain was sitting in the rear cabin, who nodded at Leng Youchen respectfully and handed him two sets of skydiving equipment before turning back into the cockpit.
Leng Youchen picked up the parachute gear and carefully helped her put it on, checked it over, and then leisurely put on his own.
They both wore helmets. He said softly, "Don't worry. Whether we get caught in a tree or drift into the Mediterranean, I'll be with you, always with you."
Wei Anning was quite moved by his words, but...
