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"Seven hundred and eight votes are pretty good, too, no need to fixate on seven hundred and forty," Xu Qingyan said with a hint of embarrassment.
Damn it, I should never have bragged in the first place.
But at that time, right before Pei Muchan was about to go on stage, she turned her head and asked how many votes I guessed she would get. Anyone with a brain would shoot high, and saying seven hundred and forty wasn't wrong, really.
Should be... right?
"Ahem, you've advanced, haven't you? No rush, there's another chance next week," Xu Qingyan comforted her, but it was just a casual remark, something to buy time.
Unexpectedly, Pei Muchan suddenly leaned in close.
"Really?"
For safety reasons, the cabin lights were turned off during night flights, leaving the dim light swirling in the middle. Their faces were just two fists apart.
You could faintly hear the rustling sounds all around, making the cabin all the more quiet.
