There's something on your mouth

After covering her with the blanket, he stared at Wen Cheng's face quietly.

Even in her sleep, Wen Cheng's brows were still tightly furrowed.

Fu Ling's heart ached as he watched.

He reached out his hand, wanting to smooth it out for her, but she frowned.

However, he was also afraid that he would wake Wen Cheng up and disrupt this rare peaceful time.

So, he didn't move.

Fu Ling sat there, looking at Wen Cheng.

After some time, Wen Cheng slowly opened her eyes. Fu Ling then looked away and pretended to be asleep, quickly closing his eyes.

When Wen Cheng opened her eyes and woke up, she saw that she was covered with a thin blanket.

She frowned and glanced at Fu Ling.

She lifted the thin blanket and threw it at Fu Ling.

Fu Ling pretended to be woken up by Wen Cheng. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Cheng in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Ignoring him, Wen Cheng unbuckled her seat belt and left the small private room.