Chapter 247 - Chapter 154: High-altitude Crisis_1

A stemmed glass filled with red wine was handed to Zhang Ziwen. He reached out to grasp it but the flight attendant wouldn't let go. He tried again, to no avail. His gaze lingered on her pretty hands - long and slender fingers, milky and tender like freshly sprouted shoots, a perfect woman's hand. His eyes trailed up her fair arm to her face. Was it her? The domineering flight attended An Yun? She was smirking at him with a coldness in her eye, a perpetual look of spite. She was an unusual beauty.