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Chapter 231: 231 Turbulence (4)

Chapter 231: 231 Turbulence (4)

Maybe such a scene could be a new beginning, two people quarreling might start liking each other because of this serendipitous encounter. This is particularly true for some ancient texts, where interactions between men and women were strictly regulated. A kiss had the impact of a magnitude-seven earthquake, forever securing a silent promise in the hearts of the protagonists.

It’s best to have a 360-degree rotational shot, showcasing the emotions of the male and female leads from all angles, and the scenes should be as aesthetically pleasing and romantic as possible.

In reality, when Bo Yan fell, both of them only had one feeling: they knocked their teeth, and it hurt.

But before they had time to separate, suddenly, the plane began to shake violently.

Then, the in-flight announcement started playing, first in Chinese, then in English: “The plane has encountered turbulence during the flight. Please return to your seats, close the window shades, fasten your seat belts, and do not use the lavatories.”

That was for economy and business class. But they were in first class, and Bo Yan had just asked the flight attendant, promptly pulling out the seat belt, wrapping it behind him, and strapping both of them in together, binding themselves as one.

The plane shook intensely; even with the first class’s impressive shock absorption, it was still quite terrifying.

Taking off from Frankfurt to China, the flight crosses the entire Eurasian continent. With ever-changing conditions and a myriad of weather patterns, it’s common for such incidents to occur.

It’s just that, this time, the turbulence was a bit more severe.

Bo Yan held Xia Siyu tightly, and neither of them could move. On one hand, because he fell on top of her, and on the other, because of the seat belts’ restraint. He and she were tightly bound together by the seat belts, intimately close, unable to separate.

——In fact, Bo Yan had just seen that there were two seat belts by the headboard. If he lay on the other side, he could buckle up himself. Of course, he would not tell Xia Siyu about such a trivial matter, and Siyu was unaware.

Their embrace at this moment was slightly different from the position when Bo Yan had just fallen. One of his hands wrapped around from the back of her head, his fingers threading through her black hair, protecting her head. His other hand encircled her body, grasping her slender waist in a decidedly protective stance.

Although he was pressing tightly against her, almost merging into one, his posture held no vulgar intent, nor was he taking advantage of the situation; he was protecting her.

The rocking continued, and all the cabin lights were out. In the darkness, she could hear the sound of a glass cup shattering on the floor. Beyond that, there were only the sounds of their breathing.

Xia Siyu wasn’t afraid of heights, nor was she concerned about the turbulence; after all, as a celebrity, she was used to coming and going. Sometimes, she had to fly twice a day, arriving in the morning and leaving at dawn. The number of flights and the distance flown in a year had earned her a platinum card from several major domestic airlines.

And experiencing turbulence on a flight is quite common.

In her first year of her career, she had many gigs to attend. Once, she encountered turbulence so bad she regretted not having written a will in advance. But in reality, over ninety percent of air accidents occur during takeoff or landing, and the likelihood of a crash due to turbulence is minuscule.

However, the feeling of being protected was truly wonderful.