His nose was slightly blocked, making it hard to breathe. Is something wrong? Zhang Ziwen, with his high sense of danger, suddenly opened his eyes. His muscles tensed up instantly and he saw a delicate and beautiful face coming into view - it was An Yun, the cheeky girl. She was pinching his nose. The side window was already bright, bathing the room in golden sunlight, which immediately lightened his mood.
Seeing her playful and mischievous smile, Zhang Ziwen chuckled. It was no wonder; there were no signs of danger on the plane, so he was sleeping soundly. Even his highly trained early warning senses didn't give any hint of danger. Realizing what was happening, the typically vigilant Zhang Ziwen quickly caught her naughty wrist. She didn't resist, but instead, leaned into his arms.
