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Chapter Three Seven Days and Seven Century 9

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    After entering the route, Yingzi unbuttoned her seat belt, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

    They booked the first-class cabin, two seats in a row, Ru Mo and Ying Zi sat side by side, Ying Zi leaned inward, Ru Mo leaned outward, and the faint aura pervaded him again.

    What should I say?  Or just sit without saying a word?  Yingzi felt her heartbeat started to become irregular again, and her face felt slightly hot.

    Her eyes glimpsed that An Rumo was flipping through the magazines on the plane, with a calm expression on his face, a little embarrassed and a little annoyed.

    It's just that last night he hugged her to help her.

    It's just that in the middle of the dinner last night, he pulled her away inexplicably.

    It was just last night, the two of them were blowing the sea breeze in the middle of the night in silence.

    Really that's all.

    How could he be so calm, but she had to be so uneasy.

    Yingzi was a little suffocated, and stared at the small table in front of her very seriously for a long time, then turned her face away from the window, leaned her head against the back of the chair, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

    She really just wanted to avoid his breath.  real.

    However, as soon as his eyes were closed, his drowsy mind relaxed, and he fell asleep in the faint smell of cologne lingering in his nose.

    When Yingzi's breathing became steady, An Rumo put down the magazine in his hand, and beckoned to the flight attendant to fetch the blanket.

    Light blue blanket, soft and soft.

    An Rumo thanked the stewardess, lightly shook it, and covered Yingzi's body.

    She didn't notice it.

    An Rumo's lips curved into a gentle smile that he didn't even notice.  He lowered the back of Yingzi considerately, and after looking at her contentedly, he continued to open the magazine in front of him boredly.

    After flying for more than an hour, when Yingzi was having a good dream, she felt someone patting her arm, and then, she heard a deep and mellow male voice calling her, "Yingzi, we're here, wake up."

    Yingzi woke up leisurely, and before she had time to stretch comfortably, she was shocked on the spot.

    An Rumo looked at her thoughtfully, his hand still resting on her arm covered with blanket.

    Seeing her wake up, he continued, "Are you awake?"

    Yingzi sat up in a daze, straightened her back, the blanket slipped from her upper body, attracting her attention.

    Blanket?  Yingzi stretched out her hand unconsciously to caress, it was soft and refreshing light blue.

    Did he cover it for himself?

    Only then did I remember, what did he call himself just now?

    In a daze, I seemed to hear him calling, Yingzi.

    All of a sudden, Yingzi felt her heart become soft and affectionate.

    Just like a blanket in your hand, as soft as water, as soft as

    She turned her face to look out the window with some embarrassment.

    By the way, it is as soft as the clouds in the sky.

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    By the way, my family's heroic appearance has been seen and collected for many days, and Mao commented on it.

    Dear friends, is anyone reading the article?

    Yaoyao's writing is too slow?

    Why are everyone so calm?

    For Mao, for Mao, is this for Mao?  For Mao, for Mao, is this for Mao?

    Feel the relationship is too sudden?  Still don't think it tastes good enough?

    Yaoyao wants to hear everyone's opinions?

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