She slowly closed her eyes, and only after his icy lips left did she slowly open them and nodded in response: "Mm, thank you, Yao." This time, she allowed herself a moment of caprice, calling him by his name.
Beitang Yao straightened up, stared at her somewhat dazedly, and finally said nothing more, turning to leave, leaving her alone in the lounge.
Xia Qingqian didn't think much about Beitang Yao's gaze before he turned around and left; all she wanted now was to fall asleep quickly to alleviate the discomfort of airsickness.
A piercing pain stabbed into her temples, as if two slender silver needles were slowly pushing in. She lightly patted her head a few times, trying her best to drift into sleep, which would help alleviate the simmering ache.
