"So... so what?"
He said softly, "So..."
With that, he answered her question with his actions.
Qiao Mo felt a bit uneasy, and as he kissed her, he whispered softly, "Relax..."
She bit her lip and wrapped her arms around his well-built waist, "R-Really, can we?"
"Mm, just once," his voice was very low.
...
The night passed without words, and Qiao Mo was kept up late by him.
Even though he had clearly said it would only be once at the start, in the end, he couldn't control himself and went for it again.
When Qiao Mo woke again, it was already daylight, and she didn't know what time it was here.
But when she got up and looked out the window, she found that the plane was hovering above a cluster of castle-style buildings, with fields of wheat and rivers flowing by, unsure of which country's airspace they were in.
Fu Nancheng's big hand felt around beside him, seeing no one next to the bed.
