Chapter 684 Feeling Sorry for Him

Listen carefully to her breathing, it's not that steady.

Yan Shiting knew that she was pretending to sleep, but he didn't reveal it.

Does the fact that she is willing to stay quietly in his arms mean that she is not as heartless as she appears?

After a while, Cheng Yingxuan's mind became more and more drowsy, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and after a while, she really fell asleep.

He lowered his head and stared at her beautiful face. His eyes were full of tenderness when he thought that she had traveled thousands of miles to take Xiaobao to the hospital in San Francisco, USA, to stay with him for such a long time.

Glancing at the seat, she found it uncomfortable to sleep in it.

There are no passenger beds on this ordinary medium-sized plane. If he had known that he would have forced her to board his private plane, it had everything on it and was more comfortable than staying in a suite.

He adjusted the seat where she was sleeping to tilt backwards, and then moved his seat side by side so that he could lie down and hold her.

Fortunately, the first-class chairs are comfortable even when lying on your back.

I thought about letting her sleep on the flight attendant's temporary bed, but it was as small as a coffin box, narrow and small, so I forgot about it.

After she slept for an hour or two, he reached out and massaged her waist and back gently to prevent her from having any back pain when she woke up.

Cheng Yingxuan's body was feeling sore and uncomfortable after being in one position for a long time in her sleep. Suddenly, a pair of gentle big hands gently massaged her with moderate force, making her feel particularly comfortable. Those big hands pressed and turned to other parts of her body, almost all of which were touched by him.

Even though he was covered with a large blanket, the curvature of his hands under the blanket was still clearly visible.

As if she had discovered something, the flight attendant waiting on the side turned away blushingly, envious of Cheng Yingxuan's good luck in being favored by Mr. Yan.

Cheng Yingxuan may have subconsciously known that the owner of the hand meant no harm, so she felt so comfortable that she didn't want to move, and fell into a deeper sleep.

Caressing her body, Yan Shiting's dark eyes flashed with heat. He cherished her and did not want to disturb her clear thoughts. He finally ate some tofu with bare hands and did not take any further action.

About five or six hours later, she woke up and saw nothing but white...

A little further away, it turned out that she was lying in Yan Shiting's arms, her face resting on his strong and flat chest, and the white thing was his shirt.

"Are you awake?" His deep male voice was slightly hoarse.

She sat up straight, raised her hands into small fists and rubbed her eyes, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Five hours and forty-eight minutes."

She glanced at the seat that was not completely flat, and found that she had slept in an uneven sleeping position for so long, but there was nothing uncomfortable about her body.

Thinking of his big hands massaging her body in her sleep, she was slightly touched by his thoughtfulness.

seem……

When he pressed it on her, his hands weren't quite at ease...

She frowned but didn't say anything. Anyway, she and him had already done that kind of thing, and there was nothing pretentious about being touched.

Yan Shiting also sat up straight. In order to let Cheng Yingxuan sleep well, he almost always maintained the same posture, and his whole body was numb.

Cheng Yingxuan looked at his cold face...

To be precise, only the right side of his face can be seen, and the left side of his face that has undergone plastic surgery is still wearing the black and gray mask.

Although he had no expression, you could guess that he was stiff from lying in one position for a long time.

She knew that he didn't move to let her sleep well.

well……

I feel a little sorry for him, but I can't express it.

Yan Shiting stood up, walked to the middle of the airplane corridor, twisted his neck and stretched his arms, punched and bent his wrists, and moved his muscles in a handsome posture.