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"Ladies and gentlemen: Welcome aboard Malaysia Airlines Flight MH373. This flight will be departing from Kuala Lumpur and heading to Yanhuang Empire Binhai City…"
Yan Xiaobao sat in the first class cabin, his eyes filled with excitement. This was his first time flying, and his first time leaving that mysterious little island.
The outside world really was vast, and there were plenty of pretty ladies too. However... none of them seemed particularly stunning. Even the legendary flight attendants weren't that impressive—they were far inferior to his Heavenly Sister and his little wife...
As Yan Xiaobao daydreamed, he curiously watched the scenery outside the airplane window.
Before long, the plane rose above the clouds and began smooth flight. The flight attendants started cabin service.
"Excuse me, sir, would you like something to drink?" A pleasant female voice pulled Yan Xiaobao's gaze away from the window.
Oh? This flight attendant's pretty cute—fair skin, beautiful face, big eyes, and her smile was quite captivating.
Yan Xiaobao's eyes lit up, and he stared intently at the flight attendant without saying a word.
Tiantian felt slightly uncomfortable being stared at so boldly, and the faintest blush crept onto her cheeks. She hadn't been working as a full-fledged flight attendant for long, and she was still resistant to the various types of gazes male passengers often gave her.
This boy in front of her, seventeen or eighteen years old, his gaze was unmistakably lustful, but it felt a bit different. His eyes were clear, lacking any impurities, seeming almost pure. Although it was impolite for him to stare so directly, it somehow didn't feel too repellent.
Tiantian patiently asked again, politely, "Hello, would you like something to drink?"
Yan Xiaobao shook his head first, then suddenly said rather bluntly, "Miss, you're so beautiful—will you marry me?"
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Not just Tiantian, but the surrounding passengers were equally speechless.
Passengers in first class flirting with flight attendants wasn't unusual to see, but opening with a marriage proposal…
This guy was something else.
Tiantian coughed softly in embarrassment and still maintained her politeness, saying, "Sir, if you don't need any drinks, I'll continue serving the other passengers."
Yan Xiaobao responded with a casual "Oh," and saw Tiantian preparing to push her service cart toward the back row. He quickly added, "Then I'll have… I'll have… any drink will do."
"Alright, I'll get you a mango juice." Tiantian didn't bother with Xiaobao's earlier comment and carefully poured a glass of mango juice, handing it to Xiaobao.
Just as Yan Xiaobao reached to take the glass, the airplane suddenly hit turbulence, causing the cabin to shake violently several times. Tiantian let out an "Ah!" as her hand trembled, spilling half the mango juice directly onto Xiaobao's pants.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" Tiantian quickly apologized. "Sir, please go to the bathroom and change. I'll cover the dry cleaning fee…"
"But I only have this pair of pants," Yan Xiaobao said, looking at Tiantian absentmindedly.
"Ah? Um…" Tiantian frowned slightly and then said, "Please follow me. I'll help you clean it first."
Yan Xiaobao obediently followed Tiantian to the workstation at the rear of the cabin.
Tiantian grabbed a towel and wanted to wipe off the mango juice from Xiaobao's pants. However, the area stained by the juice was too awkward—it happened to be right next to a certain private spot.
Tiantian blushed, her face turning red, and awkwardly wiped at the spot twice before realizing it didn't feel right.
Yan Xiaobao seemed to be... reacting.
"S-Sir… how about…" Tiantian stammered, her face flushed with embarrassment. "How about you take off your pants, and I'll clean them for you, then dry them…"
"No need." Yan Xiaobao shook his head earnestly and said, "Keep wiping—it feels nice."
Pervert!
Tiantian cursed inwardly, her face serious, as she handed the towel to Xiaobao. "Sir, either take off your pants so I can wash them for you, or please wipe it yourself."
Yan Xiaobao thought for a moment, then handed the towel back to Tiantian. "I don't know how to wash. You should do it."
With that, Xiaobao took off his stained pants right in front of Tiantian.
Pervert!
Tiantian cursed in her heart again, hastily turning her back. But even with just a quick glance…
Yan Xiaobao handed over his pants to Tiantian and suddenly asked, "Miss, what's your name?"
"I'm Tiantian. Employee number MH633. If you want to file a complaint, go ahead." Tiantian grumbled as she turned to wash Xiaobao's pants at the sink.
"Why would I lodge a complaint?" Xiaobao asked, genuinely confused. "Little Tiantian, you're so beautiful. I'd really love for you to be my wife."
Love me? I don't love you! What kind of person is this? His brain must be waterlogged…
Tiantian grumbled inwardly, ignoring Xiaobao, and focused harder on scrubbing the pants clean.
Suddenly, a loud "Bang!" sounded from the front of the cabin, and the airplane abruptly pitched downward!
"Ahhh!" Tiantian lost her balance and stumbled backward.
Yan Xiaobao, standing firmly behind her, instinctively caught her in his arms.
Tiantian felt a pair of warm, strong arms steady her body. Just as she was about to thank him, she suddenly noticed something pressing against her lower back. That was…
Realizing what it was, Tiantian turned bright red and couldn't hold back anymore, "PERVERT!" she shouted.
"Shhh—" Xiaobao quickly covered Tiantian's mouth and whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound. If I'm not mistaken, someone just fired a gun in the cockpit."
A gun…?
Tiantian's beautiful big eyes immediately filled with panic.
If someone fired a gun on board, it could only mean one thing—hijacking!
Who was hijacking the plane?
How did they sneak firearms onto the flight?
What were they planning to do?
What should I do?
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A flood of urgent questions swirled through Tiantian's mind.
Yan Xiaobao, however, seemed completely unfazed, casually saying, "Little Tiantian, don't worry—I'll protect you."
With that, his arms around her seemed to tighten.
Tiantian completely ignored Xiaobao's words and actions, her nerves focused instead on the commotion up front.
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"Everyone listen up! Raise your hands and place them on the backrest of your seats, or else…" A curly-haired man wearing sunglasses fired a gun in the air with a deafening "Bang!"—triggering startled screams throughout the cabin.
"Shut up!" the curly-haired man shouted angrily, silencing the passengers. He continued, "Listen carefully—I won't repeat myself. This isn't a suicide hijacking, so as long as you sit quietly and obey my orders, you'll make it back safely. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to send you to meet God!"
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