"It's only a pity that I have only one shirt on me, or I'll give it to you?"
It was summer, and it was impossible for him to carry a coat with him like in spring and autumn.
The two were very close, and Joseph's breath fell on her cheek, mixed with the cool air, and became warm, so comfortable that she did not want to move. She smiled lazily. "The stewardess would like to."
Along the way, there were a lot of flight attendants who served him assiduously.
When Joseph heard her words, he could not help touching her head, as if caressing a small cat, "Sleep for a while."
Irish bit her lip and smiled.
****
It was seven hours after the plane arrived at Osaka Haneda Airport. Irish could not stand the jet lag, but Joseph looked fine, which had much to do with his usual working habits.
Some people picked them up, and there was a welcome ceremony.
