Before boarding the plane in the Magic City, Li Junyuan had imagined various situations that would occur during the itinerary. For example, when climbing the mountain, he accidentally entered the fork and was chased by a big wolf dog guarding the house by a mountaineer, or because of his handsome appearance, he was taken advantage of by some young ladies who seemed unintentionally but actually planned, and for example, he was directly kidnapped by a rich woman who covet his body... Well, this can be ruled out for the time being, he is not short of money!

In short, he almost passed on everything he could think of in his mind.

As for the pleasure he had after meeting a young lady unexpectedly, he naturally considered it.

He would not pretend to be a saint, saying that he could do whatever he could do was to be polite and would be natural, and there was nothing to refuse.

However, he has rigid standards, and Tong Yitao just met the standards.

Li Junyuan didn't originally want to happen to her, after all, he had no special feelings for the flight attendant. Perhaps because he had been with Rongrong for a long time, in his mind, the flight attendant was also a normal woman, and nothing special. However, the young lady seemed to be even more greedy for his body.

In the early morning, before dawn, a girl ran to a hotel to find a boy. The meaning of it was self-evident.

Therefore, Li Junyuan did not refuse.

Of course, these are all his wishful thinking. Maybe they just want to treat him to something.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

More than twenty minutes later, the door was knocked.

The moment the door opened, Tong Yitao was slightly stunned when he saw him appearing in front of him in a neatly dressed manner, instead of the sleepy look wrapped in a hotel bathrobe as imagined.

"Where is the stuff?"

Li Junyuan couldn't help asking when she saw her holding a small black backpack in one hand and dragging a suitcase in the other.

"Mr. Li, I'm really embarrassed. I'm going too early. The business hasn't been opened yet!" Tong Yitao said embarrassedly, "Can I let me go in and sit for a while? I'll go out and buy it for you at five o'clock."

"Come in."

When Li Junyuan stepped aside, she smelled the faint perfume on her body, which looked like the fragrance of peaches.

Tong Yitao struggled to move the suitcase in, as if it was very heavy. After gently hooking the door with her feet, she put the box down and opened it.

In addition to some clothing, the two large Hami melons are particularly eye-catching.

"You still bring fruits when you go out?" Li Junyuan couldn't help asking.

While taking out all kinds of fruits, Tong Yitao lowered his head and replied: "No, I bought it near the airport after getting off the plane yesterday. I was originally going to bring it to you. What fruit do you like to eat?"

"Taozi." Li Junyuan said without hesitation.

When he was a child, several kinds of fruit trees were planted in his yard. He liked to eat his own peaches the most. Later, my father saw that the fruit trees, especially peach trees, were provoking mosquitoes and the fallen leaves were difficult to clean, so he cut them all down.

Tong Yitao's fingers froze slightly. Why did it sound strange? I wonder if he has other meanings.

"What are the peaches you are talking about?"

"Peach is peach," Li Junyuan was speechless. Then she thought of her name with the word "peach" and asked, "Is your nickname Taozi?"

"Yes, everyone around me likes to call me Taozi."

Li Junyuan smiled and shook her head. This was purely a coincidence!

Tong Yitao looked up and saw his laughter and crying expression. He knew that he was thinking too much and said, "There are no peaches to eat in winter, right?"

"Have you heard of Langya Feimi? The maturity period is in mid-November and can be preserved until March and April of the following year. I had eaten it a few days ago. It was full of moisture, sweet but not greasy, and the lips and teeth remained fragrant."

"No, the first time I heard it." Tong Yitao stood up and carried the bag, "I'll wash some cherries and dates for you, and then cut the cantaloupe."

"Forget it, let's go."

“No trouble.”

Through the frosted glass, Li Junyuan looked at the hazy figure shaking in the bathroom, and was a little confused about her purpose.

Is it because I am really thinking too much that I am just coming to deliver food?

"ah!"

"What's wrong?"

Li Junyuan asked.

"My clothes are wet. Mr. Li, can you help me get a bathrobe? I just saw that you have worn it on your hanger."

"Well...didn't you bring your suitcase? Why would I find a set of clothes for you?"

"Those are dirty clothes that are ready to be cleaned in the hotel and cannot be worn. Please give me a headache!"

Li Junyuan curled her lips indifferently, unable to tell whether she was intentional or unintentional. However, he thought it was probably intentional, and it was a temptation to wet body as soon as it came. It was impossible to think that using her toes was accidental or coincidence.

Instead of pointing it out, he walked to the closet to take off the bathrobe from the hanger, turned around and said in front of the bathroom, "Touch your hand out and I'll hand it to you."

A naked smooth arm stretched out and hooked the bathrobe in.

A moment later, Tong Yitao wrapped herself in a bathrobe, held the down jacket and underwear in one hand, and patted half of her wet hair with the other, with apologized face: "Mr. Li, I've caused you trouble."

"Swap the slippers."

Seeing that she was still wearing high heels, Li Junyuan took out the hotel's disposable slippers and threw them in front of her.

"Thank you." Tong Yitao changed into slippers and took out the washed fruit.

"Go to the bathroom to dry your hair first."

Li Junyuan took the disposable strap from her hand, which contained washed cherries.

"Mr. Li, I will order takeout for you later. I can't go out like this." Tong Yitao said loudly while blowing her hair.

"Whatever you want. Don't call me sir, you can't stand it. My name you should have seen on the passenger list is just called." Li Junyuan responded vaguely while chewing the cherry.

"Okay, you can call me peach directly. The kind of peach you can eat." Tong Yitao specifically emphasized.

Li Junyuan smiled. Can it be more obvious if he is a simple young man, he doesn't understand what it means.

Since the room Li Junyuan booked is just a large bed room, not a suite, there is also a living room, so you can almost see it at a glance after entering the door.

On the left side of the door is the bathroom and on the right side is the wardrobe. Two steps before, the bedroom has a big bed. There is a lounge chair between the bed and the floor-to-ceiling window. He is lying on it and eating fruit. Therefore, Tong Yitao came out after drying his hair, and he didn't know where he should stay.

Li Junyuan saw her hesitation and pointed at the bed casually and said, "Sit on the bed just now."

"OK, thanks."

After Tong Yitao came to him and sat down, he subconsciously put his hand into the quilt, feeling the warmth left by him and said with a smile: "The bed is still hot."

"You can't stand it all night?"

"To be precise, I haven't closed my eyes for twenty-six hours, and now I'm sitting on the bed and my eyelids start fighting."

"It's so tiring to be a flight attendant?"

"Yes, forget it if you are tired, your salary is not high!" Tong Yitao complained.

Li Junyuan couldn't help looking at her, as if she didn't put on much makeup after taking a shower in the hotel. She felt a little plain and had a slight dark circles.

"I'll go to another room to open your sleep?" Li Junyuan asked.

"No, can I lie down here for a while?"

"Then you'd better come here. I'm not used to others sleeping in my bed." Li Junyuan stood up and gave her the bench.

After the two exchanged positions, Li Junyuan found that she seemed to be intentionally opening the lower half of her nightgown, and her long legs were completely exposed to Li Junyuan's vision.

"What's going on with the leg injury?"

Tong Yitao touched the bruises on her legs and other dark spots with lighter colors: "I can't help but bump on the plane. I either touch the dining car or the seat, or even the plane suddenly bumped and fell directly on the floor. I was used to it. If there weren't a few scars on my legs one day, it would mean that I quit my job."

Unfortunately, a pair of long legs, the bruises really affect the beauty, and Li Junyuan secretly felt sorry for her.

However, Tong Yitao was wearing uniforms and stockings on the plane, and no one could see the scars on her legs.

"After I quit, I must keep my legs well. I have standard long legs."

"What are the standards for long legs?" Li Junyuan said casually.

He has seen countless long legs, but no girl said that his legs are standard.

"Of course there are. For example, I am 1.7 meters tall and my legs are 98cm long, which is a very standard long-legged shape. According to the body proportions, there are seven levels, including ultra-short legs, short legs, sub-short legs, and super-long legs. In fact, the body proportions are even. As long as girls are not too short, they will look very good after dressing up."

Li Junyuan is already in a swelling position, but she didn't expect that there are so many statements about long legs.

However, he thought of Sister Qin's long legs, which should be considered super long legs. After all, in the visual effect, only legs are seen below the chest, which is very visually impactful.

The only pity is that Sister Qin is a little shorter, otherwise she could have been a model with Xuanyan, and Li Junyuan could even promote her to be an international supermodel.

In fact, Sister Qin is definitely not short at 173, but she is still a bit reluctant to be a model.

"If you don't believe it, can we compare?" Tong Yitao saw that he was a little lost and stood in front of him.

"Compared to what?"

Li Junyuan didn't understand what she meant. Should she compete with her legs longer?

"You stretch out your hand."

Seeing that he was not as difficult as he thought, Tong Yitao didn't need to call him respectfully and called him "you".

"What then?" Li Junyuan threw the cherry in his hand into his mouth, then spread his fingers horizontally with his face up and his fingers.

Tong Yitao put his slightly cold palm on him and touched it thoughtfully a few times: "Is your palm between 18-19CM?"

Who knows this? It’s not like some places that you just need to measure it.
To be continued...