Shi Che nodded, and Ling Chuxia quietly elbowed him, whispering in his ear, "Why lie? We are clearly not newlyweds."
Shi Che's dark eyes faintly looked at her, gazing at the exquisite and beautiful face close at hand. The light in his eyes shimmered, his voice was low and magnetic, very pleasant to the ears, "We will be very soon."
Because Shi Che's voice was so low, Ling Chuxia didn't hear him clearly at first and hurriedly asked, "What?"
But Shi Che just pursed his lips and said nothing more, which annoyed Ling Chuxia so much that she punched him.
Was he planning to keep it mysterious till the end?
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The flight from Liang City to France took about ten hours. Ling Chuxia had not slept well last night because she had been preoccupied, and after being excited all morning, when the plane flew for more than two hours, her excitement had worn off, and sleepiness took over, making her feel drowsy involuntarily.
