"Yanqiu, what are you doing?"
Zhou Wang woke up from a sleep and was shocked at the scene in front of him.
Wu Yanqiu poked her head out from under the blanket, licked her lips, and said with a seductive smile, "What do you think, Mr. Zhou, I'm much better than that Angel, aren't I?"
"Of course, after all, that person doesn't have your kind of strange XP..."
Zhou Wang laughed heartily, unable to resist reaching out to touch Wu Yanqiu's hair. As he touched it, the hair suddenly turned into a translucent stocking, and a struggling sound echoed in his ear:
"Sir, please don't do that!"
He looked up and realized that Cheng Yiyi was standing before him, with her flight attendant uniform's skirt hem lifted up, half-heartedly resisting while pushing Zhou Wang away.
Zhou Wang jolted awake, realizing it was just a dream.
The lights in the first-class cabin were dimmed, and not far away came the conversation between Ji Xiaoxi and Miss Yang:
