The scene of Qin Feng's oiling was clearly visible to the beautiful woman sitting beside him. Eight Zero E-book (txt02.com) She almost wanted to step in to defend the flight attendant, but how could she when the flight attendant seemed genuinely delighted to be taken advantage of? In first class, aside from her, there was only Qin Feng—the one handsome young man—while the rest were all middle-aged men with rounded bellies or elderly gentlemen. "Sir, please sit steady—the flight has certain risks during takeoff," the flight attendant said in a gentle Korean accent. Although Qin didn't particularly like Koreans, he was fluent in their language and smiled warmly, "Thank you for your kind concern. May I know your name and phone number?" The flight attendant blushed even more, "Our company policy is not to share our phone numbers with guests, though I’d be happy to tell you my name…" She didn’t directly state it, but instead looked down at her name badge. The flight attendant's V-line was quite impressive. Qin Feng stared at her for a while, then turned to the name badge and said, "Cui Yanhui—such a nice name, good, good!" The last two "goods" were a clear compliment to her full, well-developed bust. The beautiful woman, meanwhile, grew increasingly annoyed, thinking that as soon as the passenger complained, she'd definitely be there to cheer her on as a form of retribution. Yet, surprisingly, the flight attendant remained calm and even said with a more flirtatious tone, "Thank you so much for the kind words. I need to check on the safety belts of the other passengers. If you need anything, just let me know!" "Of course, of course," Qin Feng said, his gaze lingering on the flight attendant. Once she turned around, his eyes naturally drifted to her well-rounded rear and her beautiful legs clad in silk stockings. It goes without saying that although Korean women are fond of surgical procedures, their figures and skin are truly outstanding—especially their skin, which is exceptionally delicate, truly a testament to the nourishing power of ginseng. The plane lifts off smoothly, climbing steadily, and the announcements remind passengers to loosen their seat belts. The flight attendant always finds various excuses to approach Qin Feng, showing genuine concern for his well-being. She starts by speaking to him on her knees, and gradually, by the end, she consistently crouches down, looking up at him with a reverent expression. Qin, the young noble, has little to say, as he has already noticed several distinct spots beneath her cheeks—clearly the result of surgical interventions. Seeing him appear listless, the flight attendant promptly brings him a thin blanket, carefully covers him, and finally adds, "Please rest well," before leaving with a series of polite, lingering gestures. The beautiful woman beside him simply couldn't take it anymore, mumbled, "You still claim to not be a 'white-faced' type? You've completely fooled me!" Qin Feng gave her a withering look, thinking it was entirely her own choice—what did it matter to him? He hadn't been particularly tired at first, but eventually dozed off. After more than an hour, he woke up and got up to head to the restroom at the front. The flight attendant at the service area noticed and promptly stood up, speaking in a sweet, gentle tone, "Sir, would you like any assistance?" Qin Feng really wanted to say, "Bro, I just need to go to the bathroom"—wouldn't they have to help him with his 'second' now? "I need to go to the restroom, by the way," he smiled. The attendant made a polite gesture, "Please, the faucets inside the restroom aren't working very well—would you mind washing your hands at the one outside?" Qin Feng shrugged, thinking that since there was a restroom outside, his brother certainly wouldn't be washing his hands inside—what needed to be explained? After closing the door, he pulled out his Qin family's small notebook and began turning on He pulled up his pants and suddenly had a playful idea. He opened the door a crack and called out, "Flight attendant, can you come in and help me for a moment?" The flight attendant had been listening intently and immediately responded, "Of course! Is something wrong? I'll be right over!" That was meant for the passengers outside. Without hesitation, she briskly crossed the restroom and reached the doorway, turning to him, who only showed his head, and asked, "How can I assist you? Please let me know." "My zipper is stuck," he said, trying to keep his expression calm. "Could you help me with that?" The flight attendant blushed slightly, her hands instinctively gripping the edge of her dress. Wow—she definitely wanted to agree, but just couldn't bring herself to do it with the grace she expected. Qin Feng said anxiously, "Please help me in any way you can—otherwise I'll have to stay in the bathroom the entire time. Come in quickly! I need you!" As soon as he fully opened the door, the flight attendant hesitated slightly before stepping forward, only to be pulled inside by him. What followed was quite intense. Before Qin Feng even had a chance to lock the door, the flight attendant had already knelt in front of him, unfastening his belt with both hands, grabbing his waist, and then gently enveloping his member with her fresh, red lips. Qin Feng closed his eyes comfortably, cradling the flight attendant's head in both hands, savoring her attentions. On the surface, being a flight attendant seems like a glamorous career, but in reality, it's quite difficult to match with someone. Due to their striking appearance, many men find themselves intimidated and hesitant. While they frequently travel between high-end international routes and encounter a variety of men, these encounters are often fleeting—most of them are passing visitors. It's hard for them to build lasting friendships with other women. Therefore, when they spot a high-quality, refined man among the passengers, they often rush in wholeheartedly. After enjoying a while of attentive service, Qin Feng lifted the flight attendant and quickly removed her skirt and stockings, then directed the waiter straight to the point. With one hand resting against the wall and the other tightly covering her mouth, the flight attendant emitted high-pitched, continuous hums through her nose under the intense rhythm of Qin's advances. Although Qin Feng didn't have a virgin's experience, all the girls in her family were still virgins, and the smooth transition into her body suggested she wasn't inexperienced—thus, this moment of intimacy was destined to remain without a conclusive outcome. The sounds of breathing and body contact blended into a unique melody. Being on a plane, when Qin Feng reached his second peak with the passenger, he had already released himself earlier. The flight attendant, Cui Yanhui, embraced him like an octopus, breathing softly and saying, "Mr. Qin, you're absolutely wonderful—I didn't disappoint myself!" Qin Feng was taken aback: "How did you know I'm from the Qin family?" "I reviewed the passenger records," Cui Yanhui said, gazing at him with a graceful expression. "It shows you're from the People's Republic of China. I've never encountered a Chinese passenger with such fluent Korean before!" "Besides your excellent Korean, you should have also sensed my other strengths." "Qin's remark was double-edged. He thought, when you ask me for my phone number later, I'll make up a number for you. A few minutes later, Qin, the young nobleman, returned to his seat with a smile, while Cui Yanhui also stepped out of the restroom, her face flushed with undeniable warmth. The nearby woman gritted her teeth and muttered, 'Dog-and-romantic couple.'