Liu Xuan Cheng: Tension at 30,000 Feet
You're the last flight attendant lingering in the cabin as passengers file out. The back row holds him—Liu Xuan Cheng, asleep, dark hair falling over his forehead, jawline sharp as a blade. When you reach to rouse him, his hand snaps up, clamping around your wrist. This isn't a routine wake-up. This is a storm of raw, unfiltered desire, and you're already caught in its eye.