Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TN: 嗷嗷嗷- loud clamoring
“Young mistress, stop fidgeting. Take a break!” Steward Han is old after all. A short while ago, An Chuxia made him panic, and although the crisis has passed, he’s still covered in full sweat.
He raises his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. “Won’t you be considerate of my old bones and take a rest?”
An Chuxia helplessly replies, “Okay.”
She ignores the steward’s request and sits next to Han Qilu. This may be first class, but all it has is a table and two seats! She pretends to be curious about what he’s reading, but it doesn’t hold her attention. She walks around and refuses to stay seated.
But if she doesn’t down, steward Han will definitely die of exhaustion….
“If you’ve had enough, just close your eyes and rest. When we arrive, you’ll have to be alone at the hotel. You can let steward Han know what you want. He’ll be with you,” Han Qilu says without looking up from the documents.
She doesn’t even look at him. Instead, she gazes outside the window. The plane ride is different from what she imagined. It lacks the fun and excitement she thought it would be, and there seems to be no end in sight. All she sees is clouds. Even the scene on the ground is static.
In short… flying is boring!!!
After yawning several times, she falls asleep.
Steward Han, who was reading some documents, looks around before getting up and entering the cabin. He sees An Chuxia sleeping. She’s leaned up against the window, and half of her body is sliding off her seat.
It must be uncomfortable for her. Her eyebrows are wrinkled.
Han Qilu is also displeased to see her scowling. Why is it that she’s always smiling and laughing when she is awake, but frowning when she’s asleep?
[I suddenly feel so small standing next to you.]
The words she spoke before they entered the plane came to mind.
Is that how you really feel standing next to me? Han Qilu reaches out and strokes her brow. The brow softens under his touch. When he gently opens his palm, she unconsciously rubs her cheek against his hand. “Mommy… .”
His ring finger touches her soft lips, they are warm.
“Do you know,” Han Qilu’s lips move. “When I stand beside you, I always feel inferior. I start doubting myself, whether I’m worthy and qualified to be with you; to give you happiness and all my love.”
{Ao yo! Little Qilu, follow through and finish!~~~ from author 嗷嗷嗷!!!}
An Chuxia grabs on to his hand as he strokes her cheek. Han Qilu smiles suddenly.
When she’s asleep, she calls her mother. How childlike. She pretends to be so strong and mature. He taps her nose lightly before pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“An Chuxia, you are mine! You can only be mine.”
For a moment, the cabin temperature rises, and peach blossoms bloom and scatter everywhere… Steward Han, who was about to ask Han Qilu what he wants to drink, consciously and quietly retreats.
Well, the young master definitely doesn’t need a drink right now.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TN: 嗷嗷嗷- loud clamoring
“Young mistress, stop fidgeting. Take a break!” Steward Han is old after all. A short while ago, An Chuxia made him panic, and although the crisis has passed, he’s still covered in full sweat.
He raises his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. “Won’t you be considerate of my old bones and take a rest?”
An Chuxia helplessly replies, “Okay.”
She ignores the steward’s request and sits next to Han Qilu. This may be first class, but all it has is a table and two seats! She pretends to be curious about what he’s reading, but it doesn’t hold her attention. She walks around and refuses to stay seated.
But if she doesn’t down, steward Han will definitely die of exhaustion….
“If you’ve had enough, just close your eyes and rest. When we arrive, you’ll have to be alone at the hotel. You can let steward Han know what you want. He’ll be with you,” Han Qilu says without looking up from the documents.
She doesn’t even look at him. Instead, she gazes outside the window. The plane ride is different from what she imagined. It lacks the fun and excitement she thought it would be, and there seems to be no end in sight. All she sees is clouds. Even the scene on the ground is static.
In short… flying is boring!!!
After yawning several times, she falls asleep.
Steward Han, who was reading some documents, looks around before getting up and entering the cabin. He sees An Chuxia sleeping. She’s leaned up against the window, and half of her body is sliding off her seat.
It must be uncomfortable for her. Her eyebrows are wrinkled.
Han Qilu is also displeased to see her scowling. Why is it that she’s always smiling and laughing when she is awake, but frowning when she’s asleep?
[I suddenly feel so small standing next to you.]
The words she spoke before they entered the plane came to mind.
Is that how you really feel standing next to me? Han Qilu reaches out and strokes her brow. The brow softens under his touch. When he gently opens his palm, she unconsciously rubs her cheek against his hand. “Mommy… .”
His ring finger touches her soft lips, they are warm.
“Do you know,” Han Qilu’s lips move. “When I stand beside you, I always feel inferior. I start doubting myself, whether I’m worthy and qualified to be with you; to give you happiness and all my love.”
{Ao yo! Little Qilu, follow through and finish!~~~ from author 嗷嗷嗷!!!}
An Chuxia grabs on to his hand as he strokes her cheek. Han Qilu smiles suddenly.
When she’s asleep, she calls her mother. How childlike. She pretends to be so strong and mature. He taps her nose lightly before pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“An Chuxia, you are mine! You can only be mine.”
For a moment, the cabin temperature rises, and peach blossoms bloom and scatter everywhere… Steward Han, who was about to ask Han Qilu what he wants to drink, consciously and quietly retreats.
Well, the young master definitely doesn’t need a drink right now.
