C251 Tormenting

"Oh, okay." Ziyi quickly left him, and with a grunt, Feng Minghe began to buckle his seatbelt.

The plane took off. It was a beautiful day and the clouds were far away from them. Through the windows of the plane, they could clearly see T city.

The flight attendant started to give a sweet tour introduction. There was no direct flight to Lhasa for the transit plane to Xining.

"Ziyi