Chapter 203 Airplane
Xia Mian felt like he had only taken a short nap when Uncle Li came over to wake him: "Mr. Xia, the plane will land in twenty minutes. Get up and refresh yourself."
"So fast..." The bed in the airplane suite wasn't as comfortable as at home, and Xia Mian's back and shoulders ached from sleeping. He stretched lazily and asked, "Where's Third Master?"
"Sir, the meeting is over."
Early in the morning, before even boarding the plane, Zhou Pingchuan started a remote meeting. Xia Mian mentally calculated the time: "I'll lie down for another five minutes, and I'll definitely get up in five minutes."
"Okay. The clothes are in the closet. The ground temperature in Nangang is 23 degrees Celsius today, remember to wear something light."
After giving his instructions, Uncle Li hurriedly left the lounge and went to the cabin to deliver clothes to Zhou Pingchuan.
Unfortunately, even the best can make mistakes. Uncle Li trusted the wrong person—there's no truth in a lazy bum's mouth.
So much so that even after the plane landed, when Zhou Pingchuan asked Uncle Li where Mr. Xia was, Uncle Li slapped his forehead and said, "Mr. Xia just said he wanted to sleep for another five minutes. Is he still not up yet?"
As far as the eye could see, there was no sign of Xia Mian; he must still be in bed.
"I'll go call him again." Uncle Li stood up.
Zhou Pingchuan pressed his palm down, signaling him to calm down: "I'll go call them. You take some people and move the luggage to the car."
In just five days in Nangang, Xia Mian packed seven suitcases. It's unclear whether she was there to visit the elderly or to model for a fashion show.
The private suites on this aircraft are located at the front of the cabin, the quietest part, and are equipped with robust sound insulation materials, a sophisticated air purification system, and a soft bed for two people.
Just as Zhou Pingchuan had predicted, when he went in, the lazybones who had said "I'll lie down for another five minutes" was fast asleep, tucked under his blanket.
I don't know if it was because the suite was too well sealed, but he seemed to be sleeping very hot and in a messy state. His forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his pants had been pulled off in his sleep, leaving him only in a fleece pajama top and a pair of underwear.
Her underwear was also soaked with sweat, sticking to her buttocks like a freshly peeled lychee, like soft clouds, or like a bouncy pudding—the kind that would jiggle if you hit it.
Zhou Pingchuan suddenly felt an impulse.
Possess him.
To possess him without any mercy.
There's no obsession with virginity between men; they don't care whether their partner is a virgin or not.
However, according to Zhou Pingchuan, Xia Mian's relationship with Zhou Ting was purely one-sided.
In other words, the two did not have any physical relationship.
If he possesses Xia Mian, then he will be Xia Mian's first man.
No matter how much Xia Mian likes Zhou Ting, the one who truly belongs to Xia Mian is him.
...No, how could he have such a thought? Zhou Pingchuan frowned and reached out to pull at Xia Mian's already half-wet underwear.
Perhaps because of her unsettled state of mind, Zhou Pingchuan's movements were not exactly gentle. Feeling the dragging force on her calf, Xia Mian opened her eyes in a daze.
After realizing how the "dragging" happened, he quickly shrank back: "What...what are you doing?"
Zhou Pingchuan, without even looking up, said, "Guess."
Xia Mian glanced at the suite door; it was closed. He sat up, covered his groin with his hand, and lowered his voice, "Let's not. We only have twenty minutes left before we land. What if... what if someone comes in and calls us, and we get caught?"
Zhou Pingchuan paused in his action of taking off his underwear, then followed up by saying, "Indeed, twenty minutes is not enough."
"And... and did you bring those things you bought at the supermarket before the New Year?" Xia Mian found them still in the bedside table drawer when she was packing her luggage this morning.
Because he was embarrassed, the boy's voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible and was drowned out by the roar of the airport.
But Zhou Pingchuan heard it very clearly.
Xia Mian said he was willing to make love to her.
The visual impact before was already captivating enough, and this alluring manner made him even more eager. Zhou Pingchuan almost couldn't resist, reaching into the closet to take out the clothes that Uncle Li had prepared, leaving behind the words, "We've landed, get dressed and get off the plane," before leaving first.
Xia Mian was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly changed her clothes and hurriedly followed him off the plane.
They went to see Xue Chunling first. Being able to spend even one more day with a loved one suffering from a terminal illness was a blessing from God. Xia Mian didn't care about the order, and besides, he also missed Xue Chunling quite a bit.
The lady looked a little plumper than when we last met, and her complexion wasn't as rosy as before, but she still insisted on cooking four dishes for them: "These vegetables are all grown by myself, and the chickens are from my own yard. They're raised on pure grains and have never eaten a single grain of feed. Knowing you were coming, I just had the market vendor help me kill them this morning. Please try them."
"It's delicious! The meat is firm and tender, and the broth is thick and sweet," Xia Mian praised her. "Aunt Xue, your cooking skills are getting better and better. You wouldn't be secretly cooking for other people behind their backs, would you?"
Xue Chunling laughed at his words: "Besides you guys, who else do I have here? If you like it, come and eat here often, okay?"
Xia Mian: "Then I won't be polite. Once this movie is finished and we can have an all-you-can-eat feast, I have to fly over and have a big meal. But don't you feel bad about raising your chickens for so long?"
"Poultry are born to lay eggs and eat meat, so why would I feel sorry for them?"
When he was building muscle, Xia Mian ate a lot of chicken breast and chicken thigh meat, and he didn't seem to care about the chickens.
But the last time he came here, he had personally fed the chickens in the yard, and knowing that they would become food on his plate, he felt a strange sadness.
He felt he was no different from these chickens, just someone God had raised to amuse himself. When God was in a good mood, he could have a happy and fulfilling family life and a smooth and successful life; when God was in a bad mood, He would throw him here to wear books and suffer.
Feeling a strange sense of empathy, he grabbed his bowl and ran to the window to watch the chickens.
Xue Chunling was amused by him again: "Pingchuan, Mianmian is a simple and kind-hearted child. The more I spend time with him, the more I like him."
"Then I will bring him back to visit you often in the future."
"Everything is fine here, don't worry about me. Focus on your own affairs first. Pingchuan, it's been so long since the ceremony, why haven't I heard any news about your wedding? It's better to have a wedding sooner rather than later." She was afraid she wouldn't live to see that day.
Zhou Pingchuan knew Xue Chunling would ask, "Don't worry, the wedding is being prepared."
Fearing that Zhou Pingchuan would give her a perfunctory answer, Xue Chunling pressed, "So, what stage has the preparation reached?"
Zhou Pingchuan calculated the progress: "Halfway."
Xue Chunling wanted to ask for more details, such as where it would be held, whether it would be a simple event or a large-scale affair, and how many guests were planned. Unfortunately, Xia Mian returned, so she had to stop talking: "Mianmian, don't worry about the chickens, eat first, the food's getting cold..."
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