Having their own world on the airplane was indeed a romantic idea. Zhan Moxiao had never allowed himself to relax in this way, he had always been a cold and abstinent workaholic, maintaining an iron discipline before he married Ou Lan and brought her home.
He didn't deny that he wasn't as indifferent in private as he seemed on the surface, because in his heart there was a spring landscape, and he had fantasized countless times about marrying his Little Goblin and living a normal family life with children and pets.
The cabin was a bit stuffy; he took off his jacket and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up a section, then unfastening the top three buttons at the collar.
Looking at the sleeping girl, he couldn't resist kissing her again.
The moonlight tonight was indeed too beautiful; the watery luminescence flowed slowly over the fuselage, spreading a detailed and warm scene.
No one was here, the night was quiet and lovely.
