Chloe had this feeling, and she fell into a deep sleep in a dream, and then entered a second dream in an ethereal way. 【Fengyun Reading Network. The double dream didn't make her feel any more vague; Instead, it's like entering another real space.

The scene in front of me is like a double dream, another consciousness recreated by the subconscious of the brain, and it is swept up by itself. This dream is no longer a dream, but a parallel fact, as hard as the steel plate under your feet, like this warm and salty sea breeze, which makes people feel it really. The wreckage in front of you is also real, and the pipeline and structural damage exposed by the tear in the fuselage can be described as vivid, and the colors are real. This is not the imagination of the brain, it is impossible for one's own brain to remember all the details, they do not come from the brain's memory, but they do exist.

Chloe walked forward in a daze, she was in a trance by the strange sight. The seat on the struck was on the left side of the aisle, and she remembered it well. On the blue special class seat, there is indeed a person sitting. Was that person salvaged along with the plane, and was he a plane crash victim? Is he smitten, struck dead? Motionless, heart-palpitating, is that really a corpse? These problems made Chloe unable to breathe, and she opened her mouth to call him, but there seemed to be something in her throat, and she had to breathe heavily to barely get air.

In desperation, she began to run forward. He kept saying in his heart, "He won't die if he is hit, he can't die." ”

The dark shadow on the seat seemed to shake, crunching the back of the chair.

Chloe no longer cared about the anomalous omen, and only ran forward. She wanted to rush forward, rush into the wreckage of the fuselage, which had been soaked in seawater for more than a month, and go straight to him through the aisle that had been torn apart by the violent explosion. He must have been unscathed, waiting for himself to find him.

The wreckage was getting closer, and she kept rushing to the front. The inside of the plane cabin can be described as miserable, with huge explosions and corroded seawater turning it beyond recognition, like a rotting whale's belly, and a foul smell coming from inside.

But she still couldn't see his face.

Chloe stepped into the wreckage of the plane, his right foot on the floor with a soft thud.

The sound is very special, not like the knocking of the metal sole against the cabin floor, but more like the ringing of a bell, the beginning of a miracle. When Chloe stepped into the cabin, the light suddenly dimmed, and the cabin was suddenly plunged into darkness. Chloe closed her eyes tightly to adjust her pupils to the darkness.

When her eyes opened again, she was suddenly startled.

The scene in front of us changed.

Completely changed, unexpectedly.

He was still in the cabin of the plane, but it was not a wreckage, and the wreckage just now was restored to a complete plane at some point. Chloe looked back at the breach she had just entered, and it was gone, and there was no rip or damage behind her, only the aisle leading to the tail of the plane, and that was it. The floor of the plane, the bulkheads on both sides, and still a mystery, I only know that his family environment is superior, but I don't have any details.

He smiled as he pulled a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, uncorked it, and took a crystal-like goblet in his left hand, filled it up, and placed it on the small table in the cabin. The champagne liquid rippled in the glass, like a liquid gem, and the bubbles churning inside were like bright stars, more like nebulae, so changing that her eyes were almost fascinated by this strange glass of champagne.

Suddenly, he poured another cup and put it on the table. The champagne liquid surface of the two glasses ripples against each other, and the rhythm and frequency are perfectly matched. The directions, however, are relative, shaking in each other's direction. The two cups are slowly approaching each other in the relative motion of the liquid surface. They are a pair of each other, and they seem to be such a good match. Seeing these two cups standing side by side, Chloe inexplicably arrived at a kind of sadness, a kind of sadness that came from within, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

She only has one wish now, which is to be with him forever. Chloe looked up at him, and no one else could make her so tempted. Her gaze followed his movements, seeing him put the bottle back into the ice bucket. When he turned, Chloe felt her cheeks burn, and she must have blushed.

She was feverish, and she had to get something to drink. Chloe dodged Meng's hot gaze and turned her gaze back to the low table in the cabin.

Strangely, as if she had seen a ghost, her body jerked back.

There were three glasses on the table, all filled with champagne.

When did Meng Bang pour three glasses of champagne and why did he pour three glasses.

Chloe looked at the three crystal cups filled with liquid liquid, and she couldn't tell which two were poured first, or when the third appeared on the table. I just think that the wine in the two glasses is a bit weird, the rhythm is different, and the three glasses affect each other. One of the cups that Chloe was staring at began to become chaotic as the liquid level shook itself, and the liquid level shook more and more violently, causing the goblets to wander and move, gradually moving away from the two cups.

What does that mean.

Chloe was fascinated by the three strange cups in front of her, and watched inexplicably, and the third cup shook farther and farther away. Her heart was a little panicked, could it be that the third cup with wine was herself; Could it be that the Mengzhu and the Hundred Day Ghost are opposites and coexist? She felt a little out of breath, half her lips open, gasping for breath and letting out a soft moan. She felt the sensation of heat in her cheeks slowly expanding, and her throat felt strange, as if there was some kind of emotion that needed to explode.

Inadvertently, a tear ran down her cheek and dripped onto the back of her snow-white hand.

The glass lost its balance just then, falling off the edge of the table and slamming onto the carpet without making a sound. The glass kept rolling on the stall, and the remaining champagne flowed out of the mouth, drawing a huge arc.

Meng stunted down and tried to pick up the glass.

Chloe grabbed his shirt and said, "Leave it alone, leave it alone." ”

His body stopped, turning to look at her.

"Actually, I wanted to say that to you a long time ago, but I didn't have a chance. I've always hoped that one day, you'll look back, look back at me, and see that I'm following you. Chloe let go of him, her hands over her face, and sobbed, she wanted to pour out all the grievances she had accumulated over the years.

Meng Bang put his hand on her shoulder and slowly pulled it back, soft and warm. He caressed her soft body, from her back to her waist, soothing her. Chloe didn't feel so cold anymore, her hands wiping the corners of her eyes as she tried to wipe away her tears.

"Come on, come here. From today onwards, I am just for you. Meng Struck gently took her arm, led her to her feet, and led Chloe forward. The front compartment of the aircraft leads to the private ** area, which is a mysterious and comfortable cabin. Chloe felt that the light had dimmed and become dreamy, and all kinds of comfortable lights were wandering around, and she felt a fire burning in her body. She saw Meng Struck walk to the center, which was a large bed. He lifted the gorgeous bedspread, and as if by magic, a wonderful, warm and strange world unfolded. He said to Chloe, "Come here, lie down." ”

Chloe felt involuntarily and inexplicably walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He took off his boots for her, and she slowly lay down.

Very quiet all around. The door was slammed shut, and the cabin became pitch black.

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