"Mr. Quan, here is the coffee you requested!"
The flight attendant came by frequently to provide service to Quan Tianyou, pouring water, coffee, or bringing books, which made Su Liuying somewhat unbearable so she closed her eyes.
What's so special about this man? Just because he looks handsome? Maybe only those who can afford first-class seats are people with money and status, but do these flight attendants really need to fawn over him like flies on feces?
Out of sight, out of mind, but Liuying's ears kept picking up the flight attendant's cooing voice, making her feel like her pores were trembling, so she simply covered herself up with a thin blanket from head to toe.
She was comfortably asleep under the blanket when she suddenly felt someone gently kneading her body. She was so scared that she pulled the blanket down, revealing a pair of defensive eyes.
"What are you doing?"
