The Cargo Hold Had No Restroom

Several thousand meters in the air.

Inside the airplane's cargo hold.

Once, ten times, a hundred times.

Dong Xuebin kept rubbing Zhong Lizhen's hands. In the end, he even clasped them tightly in his own, using his body heat to warm her.

Half an hour passed.

But the effect was minimal. Zhong Lizhen's body trembled more and more violently.

Dong Xuebin was getting anxious too. Reverse? No, Reverse could only handle things temporarily, not for this long. There were still several hours before they reached Capital Airport, and there wasn't much time left. It simply wasn't enough to keep Zhong Lizhen warm. Even if I restored her to how she was a day ago, it's still this cold. She'd be in trouble again the very next second. Should I look for clothes in the luggage beside us? They're checked bags, so there should be clothes inside. But after thinking it over, that would not work either. If someone discovered after landing that the luggage in the cargo hold had been tampered with, word would inevitably get out and expose too many things.

What should he do?

Professor Zhong might not be able to hold on much longer!

Feeling Zhong Lizhen's increasingly weak breathing and ever-stiffening body beside him, Dong Xuebin gritted his teeth. He turned, bent down, and directly picked Zhong Lizhen up. Before she could react, he sat back down on the floor of the hold and placed her on his lap.

Zhong Lizhen said nothing and did not move.

Her full, soft butt pressed against his leg.

Seeing that, Dong Xuebin did not explain. He hugged Zhong Lizhen's soft, curvaceous body tighter, wrapping his other arm around her long legs clad in black stockings.

"Is this any better?"

"Mm. Hiss..."

"Where else are you cold?"

"...My feet. My