"Can I get a glass of orange juice, with ice?"
Qi Sheng was a little thirsty, so he ordered a glass of orange juice.
He asked the flight attendant for a hot towel, intending to wipe the sweat from his back.
"Do you need my help, sir?"
The flight attendant didn't leave after handing him the towel. Instead, she eagerly offered her assistance.
"Uh... well, thank you."
'The service in business class is really quite good,' Qi Sheng thought. 'I wonder if the other business class passengers get this kind of treatment.'
"It's my pleasure. Please turn to the side a little."
The flight attendant had a sweet voice and was wearing a uniform with black stockings.
A few of the other business class passengers nearby looked on with envy.
I mean, what man doesn't fantasize about getting with a flight attendant?
It's just that most men don't have the financial means to do it.
'Liu Shiwen?'
Qi Sheng glanced at the flight attendant's name tag and silently committed the name to memory.
