Just now, Sheng Yang couldn't help but be distracted. She found it a little strange. She had clearly studied these muscles before, so why was her heart still fluttering?
Yi Juncheng sat steadily in the front passenger seat. His incomparably handsome side profile was visible.
When he got on the plane, he realized that his worries were unnecessary. His Yangyang's flying skills were first-rate and stable.
Therefore, since he had nothing to do, he sat boldly in the passenger seat and looked at her with his chin on his hand.
There was a slight bump. Yi Juncheng felt it and smiled. "Do you want me to fly it instead?"
"Okay." Sheng Yang didn't refuse and immediately gave up the spot to him.
