Suddenly open your eyes, eyes are the lights on the top of the cabin, and the plane is still flying smoothly.
Nora Smith breathed a long sigh of relief. It turned out to be a nightmare...
"How are you, Nora Smith?" Several concerned voices came at the same time.
Nora Smith clutched his chest, shook his head with fear and said, "Nothing, just a nightmare."
The dream just now, so real.
It's as if it really happened.
Why did she have such a strange dream?
Is it because Tang Ruoying has made you sick these days?
Julian Spencer looked sideways at Nora Smith, who was pale and sweaty.
He distressed to open his mouth, "Nora Smith, your face is very ugly, is it really okay?"
Nora Smith raised a far-fetched smile. "Nothing."
"Let me have a look." Qi Yuchu stood up and walked to Nora Smith.
He bent slightly and put his right index finger on Nora Smith's pulse.