Gu Xixi undid her sleepwear with both hands, revealing her flawless and impeccably perfect body, an enchanting bloom before his eyes.
Mu Liang's gaze suddenly deepened.
...
Liao Mengying had booked her an evening flight, which, after more than ten hours in the air, would arrive in City A by noon the next day.
She went to the airport alone, with her clothes packed in a small travel backpack, carrying almost nothing else, having discarded all her shampoo and lotion bottles. She breezed through customs and boarding, passport in hand.
The flight was crowded. Liao Mengying had purchased a first-class ticket for her, and on such a long flight stretching over ten hours, first class boasted a small single bed where one could rest and awaken at home.
The attendant tapped on the door, asking if she would like a drink.
Qiao Xia asked for a glass of water and instructed the flight attendant not to disturb her. She didn't need any food; she just needed rest.
The plane took off.
