"Economy class doesn't seem too bad."
The plane took off.
Wen Tang turned her head and met his gaze, speaking in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, "Be careful not to be discovered."
Far from restraining himself, Pei Heyan gradually moved from the outside to the inside, "Don't you find it thrilling?"
His thin lips brushed past Wen Tang's earlobe, scorchingly hot.
It was as if an invisible magic was at play, coaxing Wen Tang's body to relax, leaving her unable to utter a word of objection.
She closed her eyes, didn't struggle, and didn't retort.
Biting her lower lip, she exercised extreme restraint.
Determined not to make the slightest sound.
Afterward, Pei Heyan appropriately withdrew his arm.
Wen Tang slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze nearly melting.
If it weren't for being on the plane, she thought, she would've certainly been unable to resist pinning this man down on the bed.
