The woman across from him wore a standard air hostess uniform, with delicate lace outlining her slender legs and perky breasts, showcasing her exquisite curves in full. Excitement flared in her eyes like crescent moons, her cheeks a rosy flush, bare of any extra adornment. Her hair, pulled back, with strands naturally falling down past her ears.
She was a classic beauty; if Ren Feifan were to score her, she'd easily earn an 85+. Not bad at all.
Ren Feifan felt she looked familiar, but no matter how hard he thought, he just couldn't place her.
After all, he had experienced so much over the past year and met so many people.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other? You are..." Ren Feifan asked, frowning.
