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The private flight had reached Bin City, and Li Qiyu had fallen into a deep slumber of exhaustion.
A man's bewitching scent approached, enveloping the entire cabin's atmosphere. A white-gloved finger raised to his lips, gesturing everyone to silence.
The servants looked at him, their hearts fluttering with infatuation, at a loss for words.
Beitang Feng sneered wickedly, observing Li Qiyu's long lashes stained with tear marks, her skin fair and flushed like that of a newborn baby in her deep sleep.
He carefully lifted her in a bridal carry, not disturbing her sleep, and walked off the plane.
Li Qiyu felt the broad, masculine embrace, her head subconsciously resting against his chest, mistaking him for Bo Yeyuan...
A corner of the airport.
Bo Yeyuan sat in the supreme cabin, his eyes as coagulated as blood, watching on the surveillance screen as Li Qiyu's flight landed, and Beitang Feng dispatched a grand entourage to personally receive her.
