The plane had flown for more than ten hours, and when it arrived in Songcheng, it was the wee hours of the morning in Country A.
Bai Xiao rarely experienced motion sickness, but when she disembarked, her head was heavy and her feet light, and she felt nauseated and on the verge of vomiting. If she weren't on her period, she would have suspected she might be pregnant.
"How come you're motion sick?" Ye Huang furrowed his brows tightly, following close by her side without taking a step away.
After deplaning, Bai Xiao refused to take the elevator, refused to ride the shuttle bus. She just wanted to walk! Walk!
Now, nothing was more comfortable than walking!
"Don't know, maybe the pilot's skills were lacking." Bai Xiao said, looking extremely listless.
Ye Huang eyed his delicate wife, whose face was pale from motion sickness, and felt that the pilot's skills for this flight were indeed subpar.
"I'm thirsty, I want some iced juice to stimulate my stomach."
