Aircraft cockpit.
Bao Gucheng personally at the helm.
Zuzi, with her jade-like fingers supporting her snow-white cheek, leaned lazily on the co-pilot seat next to the man, watching the news on the onboard display screen.
Every news channel was frantically reporting on the latest archaeological discoveries of the "Pangu Tomb."
Especially the debate in the tomb chamber just now about the origins of Empire and Western history, full of twists and turns, was hailed by the dia as the "debate of the century," and Zuzi’s spirited yet calm argunts, heard but unseen, were praised as divine insights.
"The kids spread gossip quite fast indeed." Zuzi watched for a while and concluded.
It turned out international news was just a little gossip in her eyes.
Bao Gucheng’s lips twitched slightly, glancing at the small, black tal piece Zuzi was playing with absent-mindedly: "Fossil from the tomb?"
"No." Zuzi pinched the palm-sized Pangu Axe, curled her lips into a shallow smile, "Does Xiao Cheng want to say the Ancestor took it easily?"
Bao Gucheng raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone slightly somber, as if he ant sothing else: "You can take anything from the tomb, Miss Zuzi. If need be, I’ll buy them all for you. However..."
"However what?"
"No touching other n’s possessions." The man’s rarely assertive tone carried a hint of mild grievance.
"Hmm?" Zuzi looked at Bao Gucheng with interest, studied the man’s solemn expression for a mont, then suddenly laughed lightly, "Xiao Cheng, how do you know I’ve touched soone else’s possessions?"
When she took that jade button from Nangong Mo, she bet no one noticed.
Including Nangong Mo himself, who probably still doesn’t know he’s missing sothing.
The boy, who wasn’t present, actually noticed?
Bao Gucheng’s gaze darkened, the grievance growing stronger: "Because I have experience being touched by you."
Zuzi: "..."
Ah, the Ancestor was speechless for the first ti, suddenly at a loss for words because of the child’s words.
After a few seconds of silence, she laughed again, her voice breezed into Bao Gucheng’s ear, "Xiao Cheng, Ancestor didn’t touch him. He doesn’t sll good, um... at least not as good as you."
Zuzi’s serious explanation left Bao Gucheng blushing rapidly from ears to neck.
That phrase "didn’t touch him" brought extre comfort.
And "not as good as you" made his breath catch!
Instinct told him that Zuzi initiated the "hug" with Nangong Mo in the tomb chamber because he had sothing she needed.
After all, the first ti she "touched" him was purely for his jade, completely different from today.
Bao Gucheng felt like he couldn’t fly this plane anymore.
He really wanted... to pull her from the co-pilot seat and keep her in his arms for her to have enough scent.
Taking a deep breath, realizing they’re alone in the plane with no other pilot available, Bao Gucheng could only suppress so overwhelming thoughts, quietly said, "Give your hand."
Zuzi naturally placed her hand on his arm.
Bao Gucheng’s breath tightened again.
She didn’t even know what he was going to do with her hand, yet she gave it to him defenselessly. If he was even slightly ungentlemanly...
Bao Gucheng choked for a few seconds, holding her weightless hand with one hand, removed her smartwatch for charging, changed the topic hoarsely, "Next ti when it’s almost out of battery, expose it to sunlight... or I’ll have the developers enhance the battery performance."
Zuzi, however, seed thoughtful: "So it’s not enough light that caused it to shut off... um, that’s simple, I’ll have Xiao Jin shine on it next ti."
Xiao Jin.
Her pet bird.
Bao Gucheng: "..."
His little woman could talk nonsense with such seriousness, yet she was so adorable!
To suppress the occasional urges, the man could only try to change the topic again: "What are your plans tomorrow? I’ll accompany you."
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