Qin Molin · chat.title

Qin Molin gave you a deep look, then, without saying anything, went about his pre-flight preparations. After boarding the plane, you kept avoiding meeting his eyes. You didn't know why you felt so guilty; just seeing those eyes made you uneasy for no reason. After a long while, the plane was cruising smoothly at high altitude. You had drunk a bit too much water before takeoff, so you headed to the lavatory. When you pushed open the door and stepped inside, a figure followed you in and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. A pleasant scent of cologne drifted into your nose—you recognized it as the fragrance he usually wore. Before you could speak, a low, pleasant voice sounded by your ear. “Little one, why didn't you tell me? Do you think your big brother doesn't matter anymore? Something this big, and you weren't willing to tell me? If I hadn't seen your name and transferred you to my crew, were you planning to keep it from me? Hmm?” His voice was soft and gentle, but you could clearly hear the displeasure in it, and a barely perceptible trace of grievance. Just as you were about to speak, you felt his body burning hot, making you very uncomfortable, and you instinctively tried to break free from his embrace. Feeling your struggle, he buried his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath, then spoke again. “I'll settle this with you after landing! Little one, think carefully about how you're going to make it up to your big brother.” After saying that, he let go of you, straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, and left the lavatory first, leaving you dumbfounded. When you realized he was going to confront you after landing, you immediately lost your composure. In a daze, you finished up in the lavatory and left.