That night, Ruan Qi cried herself to sleep.
When she woke up again, the bed beneath her was no longer the one in the Eagle Division, but had turned into a pristine white bed on a private jet.
The girl who just opened her eyes still had half her soul in a dream.
She groggily stared at the cabin ceiling, small question marks popping up above her little head.
"Awake?" A man's low voice came from beside her ear.
The voice was very magnetic and pleasant, but Ruan Qi reflexively shrunk her neck, feeling much more awake.
Last night, Xi Jiu had used this magnetic and powerful deep voice to repeatedly make her promise that she wouldn't leave him.
Ruan Qi couldn't even count how many times she had promised. In the end, her voice was so hoarse she could hardly speak.
But even so, Xi Jiu didn't let her off.
