Everyone spoke in a low voice, only the cold words promise has been silent.

as soon as I heard that it was about to take off, Leng Yinuo was even more nervous. The temperature in the plane was just fine and warm. Leng Yinuo's coat had been taken off and put aside. At this time, she was wearing the pink sport that Ling Jichen sent her. Her hands were tightly holding the seat cushion, her eyebrows were locked, and thin sweat appeared on her nose.

"are you afraid?" Zeng Zihang asked softly.

"well, I'm afraid of heights." The cold words Nuo lower than the head, the plane has not yet...