“Aqiu——-“
Feng Yin, who was sitting on the plane, sneezing out loud, and Li Sanyi, who was next to him, immediately dodged.
Feng Yin covered her mouth and glanced at Li Sanyi, calmly took out a tissue and wiped it.
“Someone must miss me.”
Li Sanyi leaned back away and said slowly, “I think the chance of scolding you is higher.”
Feng Yin was about to refute, but was disturbed by the sudden sneeze.
Next, the subsequent sneezes made Li Sanyi seriously doubt whether Feng Yin was infected with some virus.
“It’s okay–”
Feng Yin wiped the saline that was forced out of the corner of her eyes with a strong nasal sound: “The floating and sinking in the air is a little allergic, it will be fine in a while.”
After using more than twenty tissues, Feng Yin finally stopped sneezing.
Is there really someone scolding me?
How much do you hate me if you can scold me for such a long time?
Hehe—I hate me so much, I will definitely not be able to beat me, so I can only recite it all in a mess.
Feng Yin definitely has a way of comforting himself.
Song Mingda, who was cursing about wind in the distance, was sitting on the toilet without any force, and his fierce eyes weakened during the repeated toilet trips.
The flight of more than ten hours ended successfully. After Feng Yin got off the plane, he followed the national security check.
“You said, will we encounter a scene where customs officers deliberately make things difficult for you? Do you think I want to have a slap in the face?”
Li Sanyi looked at Feng Yin, gave her a look and left.
“No, what do you mean?”
Feng Yin caught up with Li Sanyi, who was under customs inspection.
“Next.”
Li Sanyi passed by very smoothly.
No trouble at all.
So simple?
Where is the face-slapping plot in the book?