
Gu Jin arrived at the entrance of the plane with a pale face. Just as he entered, a powerful hand reached out and clasped his arm, right where Old Liu held it before for balance.
Mu Mingcheng grabbed Gu Jin's hand and looked at his chest wrapped in gauze. He looked at her helplessly and asked, “Wheel seat, please Little Jin.”
Hearing his words, Gu Jin's heartbeat quickened again.
He did not know why, but even though the name 'Little Jin' was normal to him, somehow, after Mu Mingcheng called him it seemed to give him goosebumps.
Mu Mingcheng calmly faced her, and there was a subtle feeling in the air.
Suddenly, Gu Jin smiled and replied, “Alright.”
He took out a wheelchair and neatly pushed her inside.
There are not many people on the plane. In addition to the two passengers, there were also several bodyguards and flight attendants, so there was still plenty of room left on the plane. Gu Jin and Mu Mingcheng had rest rooms on the plane.
Once they settled in, the plane was ready to take off. As it began to lift into the air, Gu Jin began to feel nauseous and his chest felt tight.
Only the two of them were in their private rooms. Mu Mingcheng sat in the middle of the wide bed. The wound had not fully healed until his face paled.
As Gu Jin looked at his condition, putting away his grievances and sitting beside him while carefully caressing his injured chest.
“Are you scared?” Mu Mingcheng grabbed his hand and looked at him as he asked. He remembered their time in the hospital when he could not sit still.
“I'm fine.” Gu Jin watched her grab his hand slowly. He felt a little unhappy. Why would Mu Mingcheng take liberties with her again?
The two chatted together and soon it was dinner time.
Seeing how tired Gu Jin was today, Mu Mingcheng did not ask him to feed him this time. However, he did not call others to serve him. The man raised his arm carefully without pulling the wound on his chest.
Gu Jin enjoyed a light dinner in the dining room, but then sleep became a problem when he returned.
The officers outside sat in their seats for a while. During these past few days, Gu Jin was afraid that there were assassins lurking around the hospital, so he had been unable to sleep well lately. Now that they had left that dangerous place, his mood was a little relieved, but his fear of heights did not allow him to rest completely.
However, there was only one bed in the room. There is no sofa.
“ Rest assured,” Mu Mingcheng said as he lazily leaned by the bedside. He smiled lightly while raising his injured arm. “I can't do anything to you under these circumstances. I'm afraid you'll become a beast that attacks me at night.”
After which, he raised an eyebrow as if hinting at something.
“Haha, there's no way I'm doing it with a patient who doesn't have the ability,” Gu Jin's face is stiff. He recalled their first day in Country Y when Mu Mingcheng was wearing a bathrobe with a tantalizing appearance.
Meanwhile, Mu Mingcheng's face turned black when he was told that he had no 'ability'.