Han Zhuofeng felt goosebumps on the back of his neck.
His first reaction was that there was something horrible on this plane.
When he looked up, he saw that Yan Zhiqing had woken up at some point.
She propped her elbow on the armrest and supported her chin with her hands.
She sat across the aisle and smiled as she stared at Han Zhuofeng.
The first class seats on domestic flights were not actually standard first class seats. Instead, they had the specifications of a business class seats.
In addition, the plane had limited space, making the aisle very narrow.
And so, even though Yan Zhiqing was seated an aisle across Han Zhuofeng, she was actually very close.
Yan Zhiqing saw everything very clearly.
She raised her brow as she thought to herself. Was this dude thinking about kissing a girl while the girl in question was sleeping?
Han Zhuofeng had no idea that Yan Zhiqing was already awake.
