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But this feeling of being unconditionally protected, she hadn’t experienced it since her mother left.

The turbulence didn’t last too long.

Soon, the plane was flying smoothly again, the alarm was turned off, and it was safe to unbuckle the seat belts and move around freely.

But Bo Yan didn’t move, and Xia Siyu didn’t urge him. They continued to embrace, seemingly waiting for complete calm before separating.

Before long, there were footsteps outside, but they didn’t come to their room. Instead, they went to the bar to clean up the shattered glass pieces from earlier.

Separated by a door, the pair could hear the clear sounds of movement and cleaning outside.

Luckily, during this process, no one came to disturb them, whether it was the flight attendants or the crew members. Even Wei Jingjing hadn’t called or sent a message again.

It wasn’t until the flight attendants came and went, even considerately closing their door, that everything returned to silence, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

But after that sigh of relief came the realization that they had to face each other.

Especially in such an awkward position, such a private space, such a close distance…

After a moment, Xia Siyu made the first move. She had been pinned down by Bo Yan, and the seat belts had been fastened too tightly. With her underneath, it was somewhat difficult to breathe. She lifted her head from his chest, “Can we unbuckle now?”

Bo Yan responded with a light “Mm,” a sound so faint that it would have been inaudible had they not been so close together in the silence.

“Then you get up first.”

Bo Yan made another sound of agreement, but this time, he didn’t stay put as he had before, waiting until the next bout of turbulence.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned his head first to reach for the seat belt buckle. However, the buckle was on the edge of the bed, and his prone position made it difficult to undo. Xia Siyu didn’t know where the buckle of the seat belt was either, so she patiently waited for him.

Unfortunately, the buckle was on the side of the bed, easy to fasten but difficult to release. Bo Yan had to move back and forth because of his position, meaning he could only work the buckle awkwardly with his hands. Both were in a sober state, and it wasn’t appropriate for him to take advantage, so he turned his back to her to work on it.

Xia Siyu understood, so she didn’t rush him. But the longer situations like these drag on, the harder they become to manage. Bo Yan swore he hadn’t thought of taking advantage at such a time, yet the buckle was stuck, refusing to open.

The plane was temperature-controlled, and though it was summer, the air conditioning was set quite low, cold enough to need at least a thin blanket if one were to sleep. Bo Yan had taken off his pajama top and was only wearing sleep pants. The emergency hadn’t allowed him time to cover up, so he had been lying on top of Xia Siyu. The air conditioning was blowing on his back, and theoretically, he should have felt a bit cool. But instead, he felt unbearably hot all over, as if he were about to burn up.

Finally having managed to undo the buckle, Bo Yan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he turned back and his lips brushed against something soft and plump, which seemed to be her lips.