The airplane took off at half past seven in the evening from Tokyo. Han Luo sat on the first class seat motionlessly. She didn't dare to move her muscles.
Today, after waking up she bit his lips to punish him. However, her plan backfired and Mo Yuan was aroused by her action.
After that, he pulled her beneath him and devoured her once again. He didn't let her go until she cried out. Later, no matter how much he massaged her waist, her back was still sore and she couldn't think of what she was feeling down there.
Whenever she thought of that, her heart pounded quickly. Realizing her face was growing hot, she cupped her face.
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling good?" A concerned voice came from her left side.
Mo Yuan placed the back of his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. "Your temperature rose. Do you have a fever?"
"Oh, it's nothing like that." Han Luo took out his hand away from her. "I don't have a fever."
