When the plane entered the level flight deck, Yuan Ye, who loved to look at the white clouds outside, could not watch anymore because her mind was blank.
When Yuan Ye calmed down, she looked at Ding Junhui carefully. "Commander Ding, you didn't say anything just now, right?"
She could pretend that she didn't hear anything just now. Could This person understand?
Ding Junhui closed the magazine in his hand and turned to look at Yuan Ye. However, in the next second, he suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on her neck. Then, he pressed her towards him and his lips landed on her lips.
Yuan Ye:"..."
Hiss --
It was deadly --
In the blink of an eye, his eyelashes could brush against his. His lips covered his lips, but it couldn't stop her from nervously swallowing her saliva.
A kiss was just the touch of lips and lips.
It only lasted for a moment, but for Yuan Ye, it felt like a century.
