"Do you... keep your word?"
Her gaze fell on his cheek, she took a shallow breath, and slowly leaned toward him.
This kind of kiss wasn’t really anything noteworthy, but under such an atmosphere, it seemed far too flirtatious.
She had always been strong-willed, never accustomed to such girlish intimacy; her body moved closer, and the hand supporting his shoulder was slightly stiff, unsure how to bend.
Just as she was about to kiss his face, the man suddenly turned his head, and her pursed lips landed on the corner of his lips. She clearly felt the man’s triumphant smirk curling up at the corners of his mouth.
A sudden heartbeat, for some reason her face felt as if it had burst into flame, she straightened up, annoyed, and tried to jump out of his embrace only to be pulled back by the blanket covering her, tumbling into his arms once more.
She cursed angrily, trying to get up.
Such a grown man, still playing pranks!
The man leaned over, pressing down on her shoulders, his face inching closer to hers.
She reminded in a suppressed voice.
The space on the airplane was so limited, and although Will and the others were in the rear cabin, they would undoubtedly hear any commotion at this close distance. She didn’t want to play out a live show in front of them.
The man paid her no heed, so she raised her palm to brace against his shoulder.
As her palm came up, he covered it with his, gently but firmly moving her hand away, then his face continued to close in on hers.
His movement was slow yet calm and natural.
She didn’t know whether it was due to the lack of oxygen in the air on the plane or because she had just woken up and was still not quite used to it... Watching the man’s eyes draw nearer, Gan Yuan suddenly felt her heart contracting in waves, her breathing tightened.
Her heart pounded faster and faster, blood rushing to her face in surges, all the muscles in her body tensed.
The man’s face stopped less than five centimeters from hers.
"Stinky woman, so cute."
She clearly felt the hair on her body stand on end, followed by a slow prickling sensation rising all over.
His finger lightly traced her face, breaking the last few centimeters’ distance, and lightly pecked the tip of her lips.
That kiss was very light, as if she were a fragile glass figure, which he kissed with utmost care.
She involuntarily shivered.
The man frowned, busily tightening the blanket around her.
She shook her head gently; she wasn’t cold, but trembling from a thudding heart.
Slinging his arm around her, Huangfu Jue raised his voice and ordered.
The attendant on the plane swiftly came over, placing the steaming cup of tea on the small table. The man took the cup, blew on it to cool it, tested the temperature, and then brought it to her lips.
"Drink slowly, it’s a bit hot."
Son of Snow: Huangfu Jue, how do you plan to pamper your wife?
Huangfu Jue: In bed, a thousand pleasures. Out of bed, endless pampering.
[You little temptresses, isn’t it because you cling so tight that I am overexerting myself?!]
So, won’t you cast a few votes to comfort me, ha~!~