President Ba was unlike other felines of his species. Food was not his sole motivator; it depended on his mood. Although he favoured fish, he was not one to be controlled or easily bribed. At least, that was what President Ba believed.
Lan Qi stalked towards the steward and cat with a frown on his face.
Outside, Fu Tingyu finally let go of Qin Shu. Her raven black hair was a little unkempt, having fallen to one side. It was a stark contrast to her fair skin. Out of habit, she tucked the loose strands behind her ear.
"Come back soon."
Qin Shu nodded. "Okay."
Qin Shu boarded the jet with Fu Tingyu's help.
The jet took off once all the passengers were strapped in their seats.
Fu Tingyu watched the plane fly further and further away, disappearing into the cloud, night sky. He did not think he would be able to hold on for more than a few days before an irresistible urge to look for her would plague him.
