Seeing that Su Chenjin had taken his position, Mianmian patted her sword, instructing in a babyish voice, "Charge! The higher we fly, the better!"
The Flying Sword, upon receiving its master's command, abruptly soared higher.
Su Chenjin almost lost his balance but, taking a cue from Little Bun, he promptly sat down.
"Airplanes can also fly very high," added Mianmian.
She had compared the experience of riding in an airplane with riding on a Flying Sword while participating in a program with Su Chenfei.
"Hmm," Su Chenjin replied in a deep voice, unsure what his Little Auntie meant, as the sword flew into the cloud layer, wetting half of his face with the clouds.
"But you can't touch the clouds, oh," Mianmian recommended sweetly to Su Chenjin. "You can open your mouth like my seventh grandchild, ahhhhh, and you'll have more fun~"
