"Lin Fei, no, you can't."
On the flight from Ningzhou to Zhonghai City, in the first-class cabin where Lin Fei and Ling Weiwei were situated, Ling Weiwei found herself suddenly embraced by Lin Fei. Her cheeks flushed red, heart brimming with embarrassment, yet she firmly held on to the last shred of her inner line, daring not let Lin Fei truly do anything to her.
Although inexperienced in love, that didn't mean she was oblivious. It was clear to Ling Weiwei what Lin Fei intended to do to her, Minister Ling could certainly guess.
While their feelings for each other had grown deeper, Minister Ling wasn't exactly opposed to the idea of something happening between her and Lin Fei. But the setting had to be right.
If they were at home, or alone in a hotel suite, Minister Ling would have likely given in to Lin Fei. Otherwise, she wouldn't have assertively dragged Lin Fei with her on a business trip to Ningzhou.
