Soon, Lu Ting Cheng, Lu Ting Zhou, Lu Zi Zhen, Old Madam Lu, and Old Master Lu ascended the steps into the larger aircraft, greeted by uniformed attendants bowing respectfully. The guards also boarded...
Meanwhile, on their adjacent jet, Lu Zhi Hao helped Wan Ruyi up the stairs, one hand protectively around her waist as she held onto the railing.
Two guards, one attendant, and two pilots were in that Airbus; they needed to have some close-to-private moment....
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IN FLIGHT – LU ZHI HAO'S AIRBUS
High above the soft clouds, the private Airbus hummed quietly with minimal cabin lights on. After a light breakfast prepared by the steward, Wan Ruyi leaned back against the plush reclining seat, her eyes half-closed in languid relaxation.
Lu Zhi Hao unbuckled his belt and leaned closer, his gaze dark and tender as he brushed her hair behind her ear, "Feeling alright?"
"Mn," she murmured softly, her lips curving faintly, "Just a little bit sleepy."
He smiled down at her, his thumb stroking along her jawline before tilting her chin up. "Then sleep," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against her lips.
But as her breath hitched softly, his kisses deepened, moving with slow, controlled hunger. His palm cradled her cheek as his thumb teased the corner of her mouth, coaxing her lips open to taste her fully.
She gasped softly, her hands gripping his shirt as warmth spread through her chest and lower belly. His breath grew heavier as he kissed her deeper, their tongues tangling with unhurried intensity.
Pulling back only slightly, his eyes darkened as they locked with hers, smouldering with possessive tenderness, "You are mine, Ruyi," he whispered against her lips. "All of you… always mine."
He sometimes would get annoyed with Lu Zi Zhen, he knew they had a close bond, but he just couldn't help it sometimes, it's rare to have such a time without that fly flying around....
Her lashes fluttered, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart thundered beneath his touch. "Always," she breathed back, her voice trembling with love and quiet surrender.
He kissed her again, longer this time, savouring her softness. As his lips moved tenderly against hers, his thumb brushed down to rest protectively against her belly, feeling the faint life growing within. A gentle smile flickered across his lips, softening his usually sharp features.
"Do you know…" he murmured huskily, leaning in to press his forehead against hers, his breath warm across her skin, "Every time I touch you here, I feel like I'm touching a miracle."
Her eyes misted instantly, her lower lip trembling as she reached up to cup his cheek with trembling fingers. "You are the miracle," she whispered shakily. "You saved me… You gave me this life, this love… I don't ever want to let go of you."
He closed his eyes, his chest tightening painfully at her words. Without another word, he slid his large palm over her flat belly, then up along her side to cradle her head, pulling her in for another kiss – slow, tender, deeply reverent.
Their lips moved languidly, unhurried and filled with silent vows only their hearts could hear. His fingers threaded into her hair, angling her face to deepen the kiss as her soft moan was swallowed between them.
Pulling back slightly, his dark eyes locked with hers, shimmering with unspoken promises.
"When we land… when we reach home… I want to make every day with you feel like this," he whispered, his voice low and rough with emotion. "No matter what the world throws at us, remember this… I will always choose you."