The plane from Capital City to Zhonghai hummed with the sound of travelers, and among them, Ye Luo sat in his seat. This time, rather than being seated next to a great beauty like Qin Yuru, he found himself beside a man who looked somewhat sleazy.
"Sir, may I ask what drink you would like?"
A crisp and pleasant voice rang in Ye Luo's ear. With a glance, he spotted a beautiful flight attendant clad in uniform, pushing a cart and stopping beside him.
Her black hair fluttered with the plane's draft, eyebrows arched like crescent moons. Her eyes sparkled like stars, as bright as the moon. Her delicate nose, cheeks blushing with light annoyance, and her small, cherry lips made up a face that reddened without the need for makeup, her skin as clear and tender as snow jade, soft as honey.
Her figure was graceful and slender, and her deep blue flight attendant uniform added an extra charm, compelling a second look. She was a stunning beauty with an extraordinary demeanor.