cunning killer

And the sound of the drum beat heavily on the heart.

does it worth?

For a man like me...to die in vain.

So stupid...so stupid...

At the moment when the cabin door was about to close, Ling Chi rushed into the plane under the shocked gaze of the flight attendant.

"First, sir... please show your boarding pass..."

"Crack!"

The cabin door is closed behind, isolating all the chaos outside, all life and death.

Ling Chi took a step back as if exhausted, leaning his back against the cabin door and gasping for breath.

"Sir, it's okay..." Sister Kong held his shoulder worriedly.

Ling Chi politely declined her help, and smiled slightly, "It's okay, I'm fine." He handed out his boarding pass.

"Your seat is in business class, please go this way." The flight attendant led him into the cabin.

Ling Chi walked to his seat, lay down in the chair exhaustedly, closed his eyes, panted heavily, and his chest heaved violently.

"The plane is about to take off, please sit down and fasten your seat belts."

As soon as the flight sister's voice fell, the passenger beside Ling Chi leaned over and fastened his seat belt for him.

Just when she was surprised, Ling Chi opened his eyes and took off the sunglasses on the man's nose, revealing a breath-takingly handsome face.

"I'm here." Ling Chi smiled, that smile was a little pale.

Mu Hanyin didn't speak, but turned her face sideways, and the bridge of her handsome nose brushed against Ling Chi's delicate skin.

The plane roared and gradually accelerated on the runway.

The tongue touched tacitly, and then, changing the angle, the soft lips fit together.

Sunlight fell on the two of them through the plane window, so quiet, as if there was no one else around.

And the wings pierced the sky, pierced the flowing clouds, and whizzed away to an altitude of [-] meters.