novelraw Chapter 563 She suddenly bowed her head and took it into her mouth
Chapter 563 She suddenly bowed her head and took it into her mouth
"Alright, no problem." The flight attendant looked at Ye Cheng. "Sir, you can—"Before the flight attendant could finish her sentence, Ye Cheng abruptly stood up, coldly moving to the side.
"Thank you."
Zimei smiled and walked to her seat, sitting down.
Seeing Ye Cheng standing there without moving, the flight attendant smiled and said, "Sir, you may take your seat."
"Upgrade me to first class, please." Ye Cheng pulled out his Diamond Card and handed it to the flight attendant.
The flight attendant froze for a moment, then apologized, "I’m sorry, sir. Flights during the Venice Film Festival tend to be fully booked, and first class is already full."
Ye Cheng: "..."
He didn’t say anything, but his furrowed brow tightened even more.
"However, I’ll keep an eye out for you. If any passengers decide to switch to coach last-minute, I’ll be sure to let you know."
Most of the first-class passengers were celebrities heading to the film festival. Who in their right mind would switch seats unless their head wasn’t screwed on straight?
Ye Cheng’s face remained cold as he put his Diamond Card back into his wallet. He sat down again and resumed reviewing his documents.
Zimei did not attempt to strike up a conversation with Ye Cheng again, as if the two of them were merely strangers whose seats happened to be next to each other, with no connection at all.
After the plane took off, Zimei leaned back against her seat and closed her eyes to nap.
Ye Cheng glanced at her—she was really asleep.
"Sir, could you please hand this meal box to the lady next to you?" The flight attendant extended a meal box in front of Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng had no choice but to take it.
But as Zimei was asleep, he placed the meal box on the small table in front of him.
When Zimei woke up, she realized she was hungry. Turning her head, she spotted the meal box and gestured to it, asking, "I’m a bit hungry. Can I have this?"
Ye Cheng’s voice was devoid of any emotion: "Mm."
It was her airline meal to begin with.
"Thanks!" Zimei’s face lit up as she eagerly grabbed the meal box and opened it.
"Huh? Why is it spaghetti? I hate this the most." Her mood plummeted in an instant, and she slumped in disappointment.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Zimei closed the meal box and pushed it aside, crossing her arms as she resumed napping.
This time, she didn’t nap for long before she began to groan, clutching her stomach. "It hurts..."
Ye Cheng forced himself to ignore her.
But the next second, a hand with nails painted deep red tightly gripped his sleeve. The woman’s voice trembled slightly. "Can you ask the flight attendant for some medicine? My stomach hurts..."
Zimei’s face was pale, a sheen of sweat on her forehead, looking genuinely unwell—not like she was faking it.
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With a furrowed brow, he called the flight attendant over.
The flight attendant hurried over with medicine and water. "Sir, here is the stomach medicine you requested."
Ye Cheng was about to tell her to take it, but upon seeing Zimei in clear distress, he took the medicine and water himself instead.
Zimei gave him a faint, pale smile.
"Take it yourself." He placed the medicine and water in front of her.
Zimei struggled to sit up, reaching for the medicine bottle, but her grip wasn’t steady. The bottle slipped to the floor and, rather inconveniently, rolled right next to Ye Cheng’s feet.
Her charming eyes gazed at him.
Ye Cheng’s expression grew even darker. Yet, he bent down, picked up the bottle, and held it in his long fingers. After a brief pause, he twisted the cap open and poured out a single capsule.
Then Ye Cheng, holding the capsule between his fingers, picked up the cup of water with his other hand.
Zimei stared at him, dazed and slack-jawed.
Was he about to feed her the medicine?
A warm sensation floated through her heart.
The corners of her lips curled into an involuntary smile as she stared at the capsule between his fingers. Suddenly, she ducked her head and took it into her mouth.
Ye Cheng froze completely.
As Zimei took the capsule, her moist tongue brushed lightly against the cool tips of his fingers. The unfamiliar sensation spread through him like an electric current.