Those legs, truly a sight to behold.
Imagine if that tight skirt were lifted, they would probably look even better, wouldn't they?
Tilting his head, Tang Feng watched the air hostess named Wu Xiaolu walk towards the cabin door, thinking this to himself.
Beneath the sheer nylon, those slender calves seemed to glow.
Most people have a noticeable curve from the calf to the thigh at the knee, but Xiaolu's legs were perfectly shaped, almost perfectly straight, making her already long legs look even more elongated.
That's also because of the black high heels they wore; if she were in those slim, towering heels, those legs would be even more seductive, no doubt.
Soon enough.
The cabin's takeoff lights came on.
With an increasing rush, the plane soared into the sky.
About fifteen minutes later.
Tang Feng unfastened his seat belt, stood up, and glanced inside, Han Meng lay there lazily, wearing an eye mask and headphones, either asleep or relaxing to some music.