Why did he always find her in such vulnerable circumstances? Scratching his stubble he called the stewardess over.
"Hi, I'm acquaintances with her." He pointed towards Qian Meng. "Do you mind if I switch seats with her?"
The stewardess looked bewildered. "I don't understand."
"I don't want to wake her."
"Is something wrong with your seat?" she asked, looking around. She didn't know how to handle this situation.
"The air conditioner isn't working well on this side." The stewardess looked up. Indeed, it wasn't working too well.
"I will see what I can do."
"You don't need to do anything. She seems to be cold. She won't mind." He smiled. His words made zero sense but that charming smile made up for everything. If it had been Yun Qian Meng, she would have called him out on his bullshit.
Anyway, the stewardess stepped aside and followed Mo Qingchen. He went to her side of the aisle. Sliding his hand under her back and pressing the other on her back, he raised her into his arms.
