"What are you doing? You wouldn't be thinking of doing it here..." Wen Wan's back was pressed tightly against the cabin wall, and her voice began to tremble.
"Why not?" Mo Siluo raised his eyebrows.
"But this is the restroom, and someone could come at any time." Wen Wan looked at the man with a wronged expression. If someone found out, how could she face anyone in the future?
"..." Mo Siluo promptly locked the door.
Wen Wan became frightened, thinking this man was too perverted. But to coax him out, she thought a little coquettish behavior might not be out of the question.
"Don't do it here." Wen Wan placed her small hand on the man's chest and began to draw circles slowly, her voice so soft it could drip, "After we get off the plane, I promise to make it up to you, okay?"
Mo Siluo frowned and then slapped the woman's hand away.
Wen Wan gasped in pain, "You—"
