Translator: Flying Lines

“Sorry, I didn’t know that was you… . ” s.h.i.+yao got really freaked out .

If she had known it, she wouldn’t have been so crazy with him in the pub even with ten thousand guts!

She said quiet innocently with her mouth curled, which made You Ze laugh and get closer to her, his breath hot upon her cheek, “That’s all right, it’s just my avocation . ”

s.h.i.+yao was stunned .

A rich and handsome CEO did that job as avocation, wasn’t he insane?

You Ze leered at her and asked, “And you? How are you going to settle the bill for sleeping with me?”  

“Alipay?” s.h.i.+yao answered tentatively .

Surprisingly, the man looked her from head to toe, “You said you’re a flight attendant, but I didn’t enjoy myself that night . Now you’re on a plane in uniform… . ”

s.h.i.+yao was completely confused when she was lifted up and put on the counter . As the man got closer, she was tense, voice trembling, “You, what are you doing?”

“I wanna give you a new experience . ” The man chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her with one hand holding her back head to go deeper when s.h.i.+yao stared back at him .

The man was so good at kissing that soon s.h.i.+yao loosened herself all over in his arms, his broad palm slipped under her narrow skirt and roamed across her inner thighs .

s.h.i.+yao roused herself and grabbed his hand, trying to make her final beat, her tone was soft and pathetic, “Can you be gentle? You are… . It hurts!”

She blushed as soon as the words came out . It was so embarra.s.sing! The man smiled and kissed on her lips .

“Ok, I’ll be gentle . ”

Nearly half an hour later the closed bathroom door finally opened, You Ze came out with a slight smile on his lips, then closed the door, walking towards his seat as if satisfied after meal .

And a few minutes after that the bathroom door was open a crack .

Having confirmed that no one was around, s.h.i.+yao smoothed her skirt, rushed out in a flash, and breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the aisle, looking depressed .

If caught by company, she would be finished in career .

At 8 pm, the plane landed at Paris airport .

s.h.i.+yao stood smiling at the cabin gate, watching pa.s.sengers off the plane with repet.i.tive “Have a nice journey” .

You Ze pa.s.sed her with his mini suitcase, casually twined her hair around his finger, whispering, “See you later, my pretty monster . ”

Tingled by his tease, s.h.i.+yao slapped his hand away, head down pretending to see nothing .

She never wanted to see him again!!

It was almost 9 pm when s.h.i.+yao dragged her suitcase back to the hotel company arranged for them . She was so tired that she turned off the phone, took a shower and went to bed .

Early the next day, her colleague next door knocked at her door to drag her off to go shopping .

In need of a bottle of CPB Essence, s.h.i.+yao simply dressed herself and went with her .

In the 8th arrondiss.e.m.e.nt of Paris, a shopper’s paradise, travelers formed long queues outside main brand shops, so it was already afternoon when s.h.i.+yao finished shopping .

Her colleague, also a Daigou (freelance retail consultant), had many things else on her shopping list to buy, while was sorry to keep s.h.i.+yao so long, and suggested s.h.i.+yao go back first . s.h.i.+yao said ‘take care of yourself’ and left .

As she approached hotel, someone b.u.mped into her .

Before s.h.i.+yao had time to react, a s.n.a.t.c.h at her Chanel purse had pulled the straps off, dragging her to the ground, her palms chafed by stones .

“Stop, thief!” s.h.i.+yao cried out in English, regardless of body aches .

The warm-hearted people around also joined in her chase .