Just as Ling Fei furrowed her brows, glaring at him as if she was about to lose her temper, Song Tianmo leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Fei Fei, I really can't bear to see you go. Why don't... we change today's flight, and you stay a few more days?"
His voice was low and pleasing to the ear.
Accompanied by a strong hint of seduction.
His thin lips brushed against her delicate earlobe.
Then moved to her face.
Ling Fei's face was soft and smooth, shining like jade, with a hint of pink, which made him reflexively open his mouth and take a small bite.
"No way! The flight is already booked!"
Ling Fei laughed at Song Tianmo's expression of unwillingness, and decided not to fight him on this knowing he was not making fun of her. "If you miss me, give me a call!"
Husband is important.
Dad is equally important!
Her father had been alone in the United States for too long, and her separation from Song Tianmo was merely temporary.
Ling Fei felt a twinge in her heart.