Zhou Jiajia hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected recognition, "Of course, I'd be happ—"
Hu Ning's eyes blinked, sensing the sudden pause. Concern furrowed her brow. "Zara?... What happened?" she inquired.
Zhang Wei, with a casual flick of his hand, brushed off the awkward mont. "It's nothing. She was just surprised after eting her die-hard fan, and she can't control her excitent."
"Go away!" Zhou Jiajia suddenly glanced downwards, her words squeezed out with a hint of annoyance.
Undeterred, Zhang Wei's smile remained unfazed, while Hu Ning observed the situation with a growing sense of confusion. "Zara?"
Why was she speaking so rudely in public?
"Hm? Sir, can I help you..." Another flight attendant approached them.
Zhang Wei turned around, seemingly ready to pass a quirky remark, but when his eyes t the newly arrived flight attendant, his words froze.
"Wow..." he whispered.
Mu Han, unfazed by the comnt, didn't take offense. She was accustod to such reactions; people often responded similarly upon seeing her for the first ti.
Mu Han, with her silvery blonde hair artfully arranged in a bun, showcased a subtle blush on her cheeks, an ethereal touch that added to her charm. A small dimple ford with each smile, radiating an infectious warmth that could uplift even the weariest spirits.
The red flight attendant uniform jacket, far from concealing, seed to mold itself to her curves, emphasizing them with a tantalizing allure. Glossy red lips beckoned, promising a touch of temptation, while the stockings accentuated the elegance of her legs. Her jade skin, though protected, hinted at a softness beneath, a delicate contrast to the strength in her gaze that captured attention.
Despite the professional attire, the outline of her breasts hinted at those suffocating rabbits gasping for breath inside, demanding prompt rescue.
Zhang Wei's gaze, sharp and discerning, caught these subtle details, but what truly intrigued him wasn't rely the physical appearance.
Upon activating his X-ray vision, the revelation surpassed re aesthetics. The violet-colored bra peeking through beca a subtle detail but beneath the ordinary exterior, a hundred different types of weapons were strategically concealed, each adding to the mystery of this mysterious flight attendant.
In the confined space of the airplane cabin, Mu Han, shifted her attention to Zhou Jiajia with a professional deanor. "Um... Ma'am, do you need dicine?"
But before a response could be given, Zhang Wei brazenly placed his hands over Mu Han's shoulder, earning a frown from her. Ignoring her displeasure, he interjected, "It's not her, but . Don't you hear properly, Miss Han?" (She has a badge with her na equipped)
A subtle twitch played on Mu Han's lips as she maintained a professional smile. "Sure, sir. Please follow to the cabin; we have a dedicated doctor there."
Zhang Wei nodded, reluctantly removing his hands, and followed her closely. As they moved through the cabin, his eyes seed almost magnetically drawn to the subtle sway of Mu Han's hips.
"Dangerous..." He whispered to himself, the words carrying a note of mischief. Mu Han, listening to his remark, couldn't help but feel a line of frustration creasing her forehead. Never in her career had she encountered soone so boldly impolite.
Unfortunately, this was first class, and the rigorous training she had undergone emphasized the importance of maintaining professionalism and not revealing her true identity.
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Upon reaching the cabin, Mu Han summoned a female doctor, who proceeded to take Zhang Wei's pulses. "Strange, why is your pulse normal..." Dr. Lie Xia muttered to herself, genuinely puzzled.
Zhang Wei flashed a charming smile, "Might be because of your presence. Beauty heals the soul, but the sour ones make him miserable," he comnted, shooting a side-eye glance in Mu Han's direction.
Ignoring his playful remark, Mu Han continued to focus on the professionalism of the situation. However, Dr. Lie Xia interpreted Zhang Wei's glance as a provocation.
Since Mu Han's arrival, Dr. Lie Xia had experienced a shift from being the center of attention to a perceived sidekick.
Eager to regain so ground, she took advantage of the mont, extending her legs in a teasing manner. "Oh really, that's great that Mr. Zhang finds attractive," she spoke, a hint of seduction in her tone, aiming to provoke a reaction from Mu Han.
Unfazed, Mu Han maintained her professional deanor. Zhang Wei, however, abruptly stood up, breaking the tension. "I might want to visit the washroom. Can you guide , please?" he asked Mu Han.
Lie Xia's face fell, realizing she hadn't achieved the reaction she desired.
Mu Han pointed assertively, "There it is." The washroom was glaringly obvious, and she couldn't fathom whether Zhang Wei was visually impaired or intentionally playing a ga.
Zhang Wei responded with a courteous smile, "Not this one, but another. My ntor has temporarily suggested I avoid things in the north, as it might bring bad luck upon ."
Suppressing an eye-roll, Mu Han conjured a strained smile. "Sure, sir. I'll guide you to another washroom at the back of the plane."
"Perfect," Zhang Wei acknowledged, departing alongside Mu Han.
Lei Xia's expression fell, as if swallowed a bitter bug.
"Ugh!" She muttered curses under her breath, glaring at their retreating figures.
Mu Han couldn't resist one parting shot, "There's your washroom, sir. Don't worry; it's in the south direction. Please enjoy your ti inside."
Zhang Wei nodded with a mischievous glint, "That's alright, but I am claustrophobic, scared of small spaces."
Mu Han's patience wore thin. "..Do you also want to follow you inside?" she asked, her tone dripping with thinly veiled annoyance.
Zhang Wei shook his head, "That would be uncultured. I don't allow anyone to view my naked body other than my woman."
"..." Mu Han sighed inwardly, realizing that navigating Zhang Wei's antics was proving to be more challenging than she had anticipated.
Zhang Wei, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, casually suggested, "How about becoming my woman? That might definitely solve that problem..." It was a tentative proposal, not ant to be taken seriously, but rather to gauge the reaction of a woman secretly ard with weapons.
Mu Han, recovering from the initial shock of his direct approach, offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sir, but I would have to decline. I am not looking for a relationship currently."
Zhang Wei nodded, his eyes gleaming with interest. "That's alright. If you aren't interested, just rember, the first slot is mine once you open up to it! Keep that in mind, Ms. Han!"
"Ah, sure," Mu Han nodded, eager to escape the awkward encounter, unaware that her words had unintentionally given Zhang Wei an opportunity to commit cris openly.
Seizing the mont, Zhang Wei sprinted back toward the north where Lei Xia sat with a sulking expression. He tapped her on the back.
"???" Lei Xia turned in confusion, but before she could comprehend what was happening, Zhang Wei pulled her towards the washroom and closed the door.
"Ah, ahhhnnn~" The sudden sound emanated from within the closed door, leaving the rest of the crew bewildered and stunned.
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