Lucky to Have You Till the End

Mo Chiwei held Tang Xinyan's hand, Tang Xinyan twitched, but he held it tightly, and she did not withdraw it.

When she looked at him again, his expression was gentle, and he was quite expensive, not at all like the stern man who just kept away from strangers.

She bit her lower lip hard, if it weren't for the pain, she thought she had hallucinations.

She couldn't see him, whether it was before or now.

Gu Ranran changed his boarding pass and ran towards them, "Let’s go, now I’m through the security check, and I’ll board the plane later." Gu Ranran had a drink with Chi Zhiheng last night. She learned from Chi Zhiheng’s mouth, He came by Mo Chi's special plane.

But now Chi Zhiheng is nowhere to be seen, but Mo Chiwei has to take an airline plane back to Ancheng, what about the special plane?

Gu Ranran dared not ask her doubts, fearing that Xinyan would think about it.

Tang Xinyan originally wanted to ask Mo Chiwei on the plane if he ever went out last night, but he fell asleep shortly after getting on the plane.

Looks tired.

If it hadn't been for seeing him leaving the hotel in the middle of the night, she would have thought that he had contributed too much physical energy and was tired.

Lowering the seat, she looked at his angular face, closed her eyes with thick and long eyelashes, tall nose, and thin lips, she couldn't help but trace his features in Linkong.

As if thinking of something, she called the stewardess and took two thin blankets.

Put one of them on him.

He slept unevenly, as if dreaming of something bad, frowning, she stretched out her slender fingers, trying to smooth the wrinkles for him, her fingertips were suddenly pinched by him.

"Don't..."

He was dreaming and did not wake up. He held her fingertips so hard that it hurt her to breathe in cold air.

"Wei Mo Chi?" She grabbed his palm with the other hand, trying to withdraw her fingers, but in the next moment, he clasped her wrist firmly.

"No, get out of—"

Tang Xinyan looked at him in cold sweat, she pushed him on the shoulder, "Wei Mo Chi!"

Mo Chiwei opened his eyes abruptly, with bloodshot eyes in his dark eyes, his expression cold and sharp.

He looked at Tang Xinyan's small face, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

It took several seconds for him to react.

Released her hand, he closed his eyes, "Sorry, I just dreamed." As he said, he saw the shallow red marks on her white wrists, his sword eyebrows were frowned, and his expression was awkward, "I pinched it?"

Tang Xinyan's eyes were covered with a layer of wet mist, she felt familiar and unfamiliar looking at Ying's rather indifferent face in front of her.

"Did you have a nightmare? Can you tell me? The way you were just now is really scary."

He rubbed his sore temples, his voice hoarse and tired, "Something not so good, Xinyan, you don't need to know."

No need to know, again no need to know.

She told him everything, but he refused to tell her anything.

Forget it, if he doesn't want to say, she will respect him.

She asked the stewardess to bring a glass of warm water and hand it to his palm, "Drink some water and rest!"

After Mo Chiwei drank the water, he hugged Tang Xinyan into his arms, with his chin resting on her neck, "You are really different from him..."

When he spoke, the hot breath spilled on her skin, itchy, she shrank her neck, and asked inexplicably, "Who is it different from?"

Mo Chiwei did not answer.

When she pushed him away, she realized that he was asleep again.

Did this guy stay up all night?

What did he do?