"Hello sir, please move inside."
The flight attendant's voice rang out again, and Yue Xiaohu responded, striding inside.
Perhaps I've been in the military too long, my nerves are a bit frayed?
Yue Xiaohu shook his head; it's hard to come by a holiday, it's better not to be so paranoid.
Yue Xiaohu glanced at his boarding pass; his seat was arranged by the window.
A young lady was already sitting there, with a low ponytail and a pale Lotus-colored dress, looking out the window.
"Sorry, is this your seat?" Upon hearing the voice, the girl turned and stood up.
Yue Xiaohu felt momentarily dazzled; she had a pair of eyes that seemed to speak, clean and bright.
Her skin was not particularly fair, but a healthy wheat color.
With slightly chubby cheeks, her complexion seemed like honey, making one want to take a bite.
Yue Xiaohu felt a soft spot in his chest collide, and his throat began to itch.
