Chapter 379 Our Island

The airplane cabin was dim at night, with only a few small night lights that were not blinding.

Mu Zi and Murong Cheng's seats were side by side, covered with blankets, and underneath the blankets, their hands were interlocked with ten fingers.

Murong Cheng's large hand was warm, and the warmth gurgled as if it could flow all the way to the tip of her heart along the fitted palm.

She looked up at the man beside her, he closed his eyes, thin lips slightly pursed, handsome side face in the dark warm light seems to cage a layer of golden veil mist, soft and quiet, neither cold nor shadowy, only feel gentle.

Mu Zi as far as possible to Murong Cheng good side of the idea: although his behavior is not good, often oppress her, but most of the time, or very gentle.

Murong Cheng seemed to notice her gaze, he opened his eyes.

Mu Zi's appearance was reflected in his pupils, and he immediately had a smile in his eyes as he asked, "Can't sleep?"

Mu Zi was a lit