Fu Ting and Cen Juan didn't say another word for the rest of the time.
An hour later, the plane landed. Fu Ting got up, took off her backpack, and carried it properly.
Cen Juan stood up as well. He was 1.88 meters tall, like a tall pine tree, completely enveloping Fu Ting's petite figure.
The scent of grass and trees on the tip of her nose grew stronger and stronger, bringing with it a dangerous magnetic field. For some reason, Fu Ting had the urge to escape from the scene as soon as possible.
However, just as she took a step forward, she suddenly tripped and was about to fall.
At the critical moment, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her slender body back to the seat.
Fu Ting felt her body sink as she fell into Cen Juan's warm and fragrant embrace.
She pressed her hand on the man's shoulder and sat face to face on his lap. She could feel the strength of the man's leg muscles and his hormones bursting.
