Habit Is a Scary Thing

"What do you want?"

"Facial mask."

Pei Zhi opened her shoulder bag and took out a facial mask and mirror. He then asked the stewardess to bring two glasses of fruit juice.

Seeing that her hands were covered in cream, he took out a wet tissue and gently wiped it for her.

It was said that habit was a scary thing.

After interacting with him for so long, Lin Jiao got used to him touching her.

She leaned back. "Uncle, call me in fifteen minutes." Perhaps it was inconvenient to open her mouth, but her voice became softer.

"Ok." Pei Zhi glanced at her.

He leaned over slightly and brushed back a few strands of her hair that were covered by a mask. He slowly tucked it behind her ear.

They were close.

Lin Jiao could even feel his breath on her neck.

She looked at him, and a feeling was growing in her heart, but before she could grab it, her thoughts were interrupted by an announcement.