She had been feeding him too well.
She obediently lay down, and then Lu Xiao covered her with the blanket and lay beside her.
Wen Xian, the big star, with her eyes closed, spoke, "Hurry and hold me!"
Lu Xiao: "..."
This little enchantress really was his, Lu Xiao's, woman.
Indeed, who could have imagined that a stern, impassive, and solemn captain could become so tender at her whims—kissing when she asked for a kiss and embracing when she wanted an embrace.
Lu Xiao turned over and wrapped his arms around her sideways.
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The following night,
at Beijing Daxing Airport.
Time had flown by; she couldn't remember how many times they had parted.
But every time, she felt an extra pang of discomfort at the bottom of her heart.
Her seat was in first class, so she boarded early and began to sleep as soon as she got on the plane.
Lu Xiao hadn't come to see her off that evening; he was tied up with something last minute, so she departed with the delegation.
