Just after boarding the plane, Ran Yu was already fast asleep in Lu Ziheng's arms in the two adjacent seats of the first-class cabin.
After all, compared to the excitement of the journey to the United States, the return trip to D City was devoid of excitement and filled instead with exhaustion.
Lu Ziheng looked down.
The pretty face of the young girl was just inches away, resting heavily in the crook of his arm, fast asleep.
Her eyelashes, like two rows of little brushes, were slightly curved upwards, and her small, fair face was flushed with a natural pink hue due to sleep, under the high, petite nose, those lips, neither too big nor too small, were slightly pursed, as if inviting him to partake...
He reached out to touch her cheek, but Ran Yu suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed him away with force.
He thought the girl had woken up, but he saw that her eyes were still closed, her breathing even...
"Hehe," suddenly came a chuckle from nearby.
