Pretty girl and school grass live together

On the plane, Yan Zhen held Wen Lunhua's hand tightly, eyes as clear as ancient wells resting on his delicate face with nostalgia.

Wen Lunhua smiled, his affectionate eyes resting on her beautiful face.

If it wasn't for the seat belts that fastened each other, he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms.

I really want to love her, love her, but...

The two pairs of eyes were entangled in mid-air, as if there was no force to separate each other.

The boy found a crystal teardrop staying under her clear eyes.

The slender and slender fingers slid across her face, quietly staying under her eyes, and wiped away the crystal teardrop with distress.

"It's agreed that you won't cry anymore." The young man reprimanded softly, his eyes flashed the special pampering towards her.

"Yeah." Yan Zhen nodded and sniffed.

"I like to see you smile. From now on, smile every day for me, okay?" The young man showed an incomparably handsome smile, which was the most beautiful and tenderest Yan Zhen saw among the many smiles he saw.

In the villa, they talked for a long time, and he refused to let her accompany her abroad. After she insisted on her soft and hard ways, he finally agreed. She promised him that he would study by himself every day, that he would never miss his homework, and would not give him a chance to refute.

Yan Zhen tried her best to squeeze out a smile, but that smile was uglier than crying.

The teenager shook his head, expressing that he didn't like the smile very much.

Yan Zhen rested her head on his shoulder helplessly, her voice couldn't hide her sobbing, "Hua, will you stay with me all the time?"

The boy held her face in his hands, "Yes, even if I'm gone, my soul will always be with you."

The girl covered his mouth, "I don't allow you to talk nonsense."

The boy kissed her finger lightly, a burst of dizziness struck, his face was instantly pale as paper.

"Hua, what's wrong with you?" Yan Zhen was shocked and wanted to jump up.

The boy said weakly, "It's okay, I'm just a little airsick, just take a rest."

"Could it be a disease attack?" Yan Zhen was so worried that her heart was about to jump out.

"It's okay, just ask the flight attendant to bring me a glass of boiling water."

Yan Zhen was so frightened that her whole body trembled, she raised her hand and shouted, "Miss flight attendant, have a glass of boiling water."

Because of the loud voice, everyone couldn't help looking at her. Seeing her anxious face, and seeing the airsickness of the weak young man beside her, they all laughed.

"What a loving couple, seeing her makes me want to hurt him." Someone whispered.

The beautiful stewardess immediately brought a glass of water and asked them if they needed any help. Yan Zhen shook her head and quickly fed Wen Lunhua water.