As a result, the atmosphere between the two parties became more and more silent and depressing, as if they were isolated from each other into a vacuum.
Qiao Yian kept flipping through the magazine in her hand, as if she was all over the fashion magazine in her hand. In fact, she didn't put her mind on the magazine in her hand at all. It wasn't that Qiao Yian didn't want to read the magazine. The content in this magazine is quite in line with Qiao Yian's taste, but it's a pity that the aura of someone next to him is too suffocating.
Qiao Yian feels that he is fine now that he is not frozen, and I don't know where this guy comes from. Qiao Yian always feels that this guy exudes a kind of strangeness The dark breath of the near...
"Why didn't you think this feeling was so strong before? Sure enough, the five senses were not as sensitive as they are now, right?" Qiao Yixin mumbled to himself, his thoughts were always flying around inexplicably, and he couldn't focus his attention on himself. in this magazine.
Qiao Yian thought about it, and his thoughts have long gone. The tip of his nose is full of a faint indescribable smell on Huo Tianchen's body. The whole person seems to be enveloped by this smell, which makes her seem a little bit. The feeling of being out of breath.
Suddenly, a scorching gaze pulled Qiao Yi'an's thoughts back completely. She felt that the skin on her side face seemed to be on fire because of the scorching gaze!
Qiao Yi'an subconsciously frowned, turned her head and looked aside. Now, with the improvement of her abilities, and the tempering of her body through her abilities, her five senses have become more sensitive. She is always particularly concerned about the sight that is placed on her. sensitive.
But when Qiao Yian turned his head, he didn't find half a figure.
She thought that Huo Tianchen was staring at her, but when she turned her head, she found that Huo Tianchen was resting with his eyes closed. The other two who were in the same row as the two of them and could see her position were a middle-aged couple, both of them were resting with their eyes closed.
"Hmm...?" Qiao Yian frowned and glanced at Huo Tianchen, a little inaccurate.
"What are you looking at? Are you looking at me?" Under Qiao Yian's gaze, Huo Tianchen opened his eyes suddenly, turned to look at Qiao Yian, and his eyes flickered slightly, "What? Do you think I'm taller? He's very handsome, so you don't want to break up?"
"I'm just looking for someone, I just want a drink, don't think too much, I'm not interested in you." Qiao Yian pouted and denied it politely.
"Really?" Huo Tianchen's eyes were not smiling, and he said lightly: "But I just saw you looking at me."
"Aren't you sleeping with your eyes closed? Then how do you know I'm looking at you?" As soon as these words came out, Qiao Yian frowned, and she looked at Huo Tianchen suspiciously. Wasn't this guy sleeping just now?
"Uh..." Huo Tianchen's breathing stagnated for a moment, he looked down at Qiao Yian, but for a moment, he calmly said: "This is normal, I have accepted this aspect since I was a child. Training, if you don't even know this little trouble, it would have been dealt with by others..."
In front of so many people on the plane, it is not easy for him to directly say that he was beaten to death.
But Qiao Yian understood what Huo Tianchen meant, and she nodded to show her understanding.