Yun Xiangxiang was looking forward to tomorrow's trip. She believed in Song Mian's taste.
However, Yun Xiangxiang didn't expect that she would have to take a plane. When she was half-asleep, Song Mian picked her up from the bed.
"Hmm? What for?" Yun Xiangxiang's voice was still a little unclear.
Song Mian directly wrapped her in a jacket. "Nothing. You can continue sleeping."
Yun Xiangxiang thought about it and realized that she was really sleepy. She yawned and went back to sleep.
She was carried by Song Mian and left their house. Song Mian's footsteps were steady, and the slight bump made her feel like she was in a cradle. When Song Mian carried her to the car, Yun Xiangxiang fell asleep again.
As for when she boarded the plane, she had no idea. When she woke up in the morning, she was in an unfamiliar room.
There were traces of sleeping beside her, but she could no longer see anyone.
