The next day at noon, a plane flying from Dong Hai landed safely and steadily at Yanjing International Airport, gliding along the concrete runway toward the gate assigned for it in advance.
Not far from the gate, an airport shuttle bus was parked, and a young driver was staring motionlessly at the Ferrari behind him through the rearview mirror.
To be precise, he was staring at the woman beside the Ferrari.
The woman reflected in his eyes was wearing a fiery red cloak, red leather pants on her lower body, and a pair of red boots on her feet, complementing the red Ferrari sports car beside her.
She was a woman with a unique passion for red.
Even her wavy long hair was dyed wine red, and her lips were so enticingly red that one could hardly resist the urge to bite them.
As an airport shuttle bus driver, he had seen many beautiful women, but none left an impression on him quite like the seductive woman behind him.
