Wei Anning blushed fiercely as she scrambled to her feet. Before she could steady herself, the plane jolted again, and she fell back down. This time, their position became even more suggestive.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to, it's the plane..."
Leng Youchen's gaze lingered lightly on her. She was sitting on his lap, a feeling both familiar and strange, fresh and thrilling. His warm hand rested on her waist. Expressionless, he said flatly, "The plane is already landing. You probably won't make it to the lavatory. Just stay still."
"Ah?" Wei Anning abruptly looked up.
Their eyes met. His expression was as serious as could be, without any hint of taking advantage of the situation. He was merely stating a fact, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Oh, right, it was the way they were sitting. The ambiguous and curious glances from those around them made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.
