In the next room, the man she was missing was also standing in front of the window, looking leisurely at the junction of sky and water in the distance.
"Baby, I miss you..." The gentle voice seemed to be no longer his own.
"I miss you too." Lan Yong's voice came from the other side of the phone. There was a slight pause. The unfamiliar and affectionate name made her unable to react for a moment.
"Staying here tonight, do you remember the past?" He whispered as if he was in another world, vaguely thinking of her appearance at that time.
"How could I not remember... That time in Jiayan, in front of a window like this, you asked me from behind so many times..." A shy flirtation came from the phone, each word sweet and tender.
"Do you like it..." The low, deep voice could not suppress the emotions that were already aroused.
"Well... Zisong, do you know? I was really frightened by you that time... You had already tired me to death from behind, but you still grabbed my hand to help you... I really don't know why you were so... So energetic...especially when you were holding my hand later and seeing your expression of intoxication and enjoyment, I was even worried that you would be more ecstatic by letting me use your hands than by coming into my place..."
The room is filled with the feeling of spring, memories that can only be spoken between lovers.
"How could it be..." The man choked the cigarette in his lungs, "I'm going crazy before I even get in..."
"Yan Zisong," the woman pacing behind him at the busy JFK Airport called out anxiously, "Can you give me back my ticket and passport?"
Yan Zisong stopped and put down her suitcase. Why didn't she tell her to return the suitcase to her first... "Okay," the man raised the ticket in his hand and handed it to Qin Xiaoman, "but the seats are already there. It’s settled.”
I choked on this sentence and couldn't breathe for a long time. I bit my lip angrily. In disappointment, my plan to get my ticket back and board the plane on my own became meaningless.
The handsome man once again dragged his suitcase off the ground and strode forward. Qin Xiaoman had no choice but to follow him silently.
Although the comfortable first-class cabin was spacious, sitting next to him was still full of pressure. As soon as Qin Xiaoman got on the plane, he took the newspaper and read hard, seeming to be very interested in the latest current events in New York.
The time to take off was getting closer and closer, and she was looking forward to flying early so she could have a chance to fall asleep. While she was restless, the newspaper in her hand was snatched away by the man beside her.
Yan Zisong looked at her slightly opened pink lips in surprise and said nothing; instead, he turned sideways and came to her.
His face is getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye, you can even smell his breath; the calm gaze, the indifference without joy and care, the blurred eyes, only a distance away from the tip of the nose, the calm gaze.
Even though she straightened her body and retreated towards the back of the seat, she still couldn't avoid his approach... She even had an illusion that the tip of her nose was itchy. Unexpectedly, it was the tip of his straight nose that could be touched...
The hot breath was still beating there... The nervous and doubtful woman didn't dare to move; she was afraid that as soon as she relaxed her nerves, the handsome nose would really touch her.
Focusing on the man who was neither sad nor happy, he slightly tilted his face, and his eyes as deep as peach blossom pool turned to the corners of her slightly parted lips; the small movement made Qin Xiaoman even more worried. stand up.
This movement of tilting his face slightly was too familiar to her; the next habitual move would usually be like countless times before, directing his thin lips toward her...