Chapter 67 Shaving

Sleeping on a plane is a real pain.

Occasionally encountered turbulence, fuselage tremor a few times, directly wake people from sleep.

Anyway, I didn't sleep well that night.

And the consequence of not sleeping soundly is that I have been unconsciously moving in bed all night.

By the time I woke up rubbing my eyes, I was resting on Antoninus's chest and my cheeks were cold and sticky.

I opened my eyes and got up, and, my God, Antoninus was left with a pool of transparent spit on his chest.

I blushed and watched quietly.

Fortunately, Antoninus is still asleep.

So I quickly got out of bed, found two tissues, and gently wiped the saliva from his chest.

And by the time I started wiping, I realized the bastard was already awake.

He's just pretending to sleep the whole time.

As Antoninus took a breath and began to say something else, I covered his mouth. "Shut up! Don't talk!"

I didn't mean to do it!

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