“Hmm?” Fu Mingyu held back a smile. “What kind of thrill?”

Ruan Sixian’s hand was on the door button as she looked at him coldly. “How about I take you back to where the dream began so you can find that thrilling feeling again?”

“From dusk until late night?”

“Fu Mingyu, don’t forget you’re a human being.”

“Weren’t you the one who said you’d satisfy me?”

Ruan Sixian took a deep breath and didn’t want to speak anymore.

Seeing this, Fu Mingyu tilted his head back and laughed out loud.

She was usually so sharp with her words, but she couldn’t handle being teased. Did she think others couldn’t see that even her earlobes had turned red?

This was the first time Ruan Sixian had seen him laugh so unreservedly. Even someone as slow as her realized she had just been played.

And it was very likely that she had misunderstood.

But Fu Mingyu’s expression just now had been deliberately guiding the topic in that direction, as if afraid she wouldn’t pick up on his suggestive intent.

Ruan Sixian discovered that Fu Mingyu was becoming increasingly improper, gradually breaking free from the constraints of his identity and heading down an irreversible path of revealing his true male nature.

The plane suddenly plunged downward, rushed forward, then abruptly ascended and moved backward.

Since there was nothing else in the airspace, Ruan Sixian felt she should be a bit willful and express her anger.

“Angry?” Yet Fu Mingyu seemed completely unfazed by the sudden aerobatics, calmly reaching out to brush aside the hair near her face. “How much longer do you want to wander around this thrilling place?”

“…”

Ruan Sixian headed back without another word.

It was nearly noon, and they should be landing anyway.

But she was still curious about what Fu Mingyu had done here that was so unforgettable.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, “In these remote mountains, did you fall hopelessly in love with a wild woman back then?”

Fu Mingyu didn’t quite understand her train of thought.

“Are you mocking me or yourself?”

Ruan Sixian was about to retort when she suddenly felt something was off.

What did he mean by that?

She pondered for a moment—had he indirectly confessed to her again?

In the end, Ruan Sixian didn’t ask him whether he had fallen in love with a wild woman or had engaged in outdoor activities with someone from dusk till dawn. When they landed, Fu Mingyu explained on his own that during college, he and some friends had come here by helicopter. They got separated from the helicopter pilot, there was no signal in the mountains, and they wandered until they all fell into a waterfall. Completely soaked, they sat there for half a day to dry their clothes, then managed to start a fire by rubbing sticks together and spent the night there before being found.

Fu Mingyu said it was the most outrageous thing he’d done in his life. Ruan Sixian didn’t understand what was so nostalgic about it.

Perhaps men’s happiness was just that simple.

But after thinking about it for a while, she realized that was Fu Mingyu in his youth, which she never had the chance to see.

She couldn’t see him sitting on the ground in the wilderness, nor could she see him falling into a waterfall with his friends and then swimming ashore to take off his T-shirt. She hadn’t been able to meet that completely different Fu Mingyu, which made her feel quite wistful.

When they got off the plane, Li Zhihuai had already left. The owner of NanAo treated them to lunch, after which they returned to the airfield.

They had rented the place for the entire day, and Ruan Sixian would feel bad about the money if she didn’t fly the full time.

But flying a general aviation aircraft was quite tiring, and when she thought about Fu Mingyu sitting beside her looking so content, she felt somewhat exploited.

Usually, I work for you flying planes, and now when you’re supposedly comforting me, I’m still the one carrying you.

So before boarding the plane, Ruan Sixian waved to him. “Come here.”

Fu Mingyu heard her from the other side, glanced at her but didn’t go over. He just stood there with his hand resting on the fuselage. “What is it?”

“You see, being your driver is quite tiring for me,” Ruan Sixian said. “How about this—you pay me some wages later?”

Fu Mingyu tilted his head, looking at her from a distance. “Have you forgotten that this plane was given to you? Why are you acting like a mere driver?”

Ruan Sixian was stunned.

She had thought Fu Mingyu was just showing off in front of Li Zhihuai earlier since the issue could have been resolved with just a model aircraft. Who would have thought he’d give her a plane?

“Huh?”

Fu Mingyu walked over and helped her fix her wind-tousled hair.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

Her brain told Ruan Sixian to be a bit reserved at this moment, but looking at the person in front of her, her mouth automatically said, “I like it.”

“Good, then.”

Fu Mingyu turned around and opened the cockpit door, putting one leg inside before looking back. “Come on, I’ll be your driver this afternoon.”

Ruan Sixian was stunned again. She had no idea that Fu Mingyu also had a private pilot license.

Although it made perfect sense—how could a director of an airline not have one—she still felt shocked.

She stood there watching Fu Mingyu sit in the cockpit, fasten his seatbelt, put on sunglasses, rest his elbow on the window, and look down at her on the ground. “Aren’t you coming up?”

Ruan Sixian felt certain he knew how handsome he looked right now and was deliberately trying to entice her.

Well, he had achieved his goal.

What does it feel like to soar aimlessly through the sky in a plane flown by your boyfriend?

Ruan Sixian couldn’t form a coherent thought about it.

His style was different from Ruan Sixian’s. He wasn’t about sightseeing but pursued the thrill of speed, taking her through wispy white clouds, chasing the light on the horizon, sweeping over fiery maple forests, and circling between clear waters and green mountains.

But no lake scenery, misty landscapes, or layered mountain ranges were as attractive as the person before her.

She had no mind to appreciate the scenery and couldn’t help repeatedly turning her head to look at the person beside her, her heart tightly squeezed.

The plane kept climbing higher, but Ruan Sixian felt herself sinking at the same speed.

He might have known she was watching him, or he might not have. Occasionally he would smile and say a few words to her, but most of his focus remained on flying.

Ruan Sixian confirmed once again that he was deliberately enticing her.

But no one could resist such temptation.

Ruan Sixian discreetly clenched her fist, trying to prevent the warmth in her heart from erupting.

No! Ruan Sixian, you’re not that superficial! You can’t fall for him just because he’s handsome!

You’re just being common, dazed by the plane he gave you!

Even as they were getting off the plane, Ruan Sixian felt she hadn’t recovered her composure.

She stumbled a couple of steps the moment she jumped down.

Fu Mingyu turned to look at her, utterly incredulous.

“You’re airsick?”

I, Ruan Sixian, a woman who can ascend thirty thousand miles into the sky, how could I possibly be airsick!

I’m just a little dizzy from him.

“No,” Ruan Sixian waved her hand nonchalantly. “I just wasn’t careful.”

It was already late, and they needed to leave.

The owner of NanAo came over to talk with Fu Mingyu. They had always been compatible friends, and now the owner kept asking about the experience with the SuperStar jet, saying that if it was worth it, he would consider purchasing one as well.

The wind at the airport was still strong, howling past their ears, making Fu Mingyu’s voice seem now near, now far.

Ruan Sixian stood beside him, her mind still replaying the scenes from earlier. Her feet seemed to have a mind of their own as she slowly moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Fu Mingyu was a bit surprised but didn’t think much of it. As he continued talking with the NanAo owner, he held onto the delicate white hands that were now in front of his abdomen.

His palms always seemed to be this warm.

Ruan Sixian rubbed her face against his back a couple of times, then stood on tiptoe and rested her chin on his shoulder, whispering in his ear in an extremely low voice, “I suddenly want to kiss you right now.”

Fu Mingyu, who had been talking, only paused slightly—so slightly that even NanAo’s owner didn’t notice—before continuing.

His expression barely changed.

Fine then.

Ruan Sixian felt a bit disappointed, feeling that she must lack charm.

She slowly released her hold, idly grinding the ground with the tip of her foot.

Ten minutes later, they finally finished talking.

After saying goodbye to NanAo’s owner, Fu Mingyu held her hand as they walked toward the parking lot.

He didn’t speak along the way, his expression bland.

Ruan Sixian thought that perhaps it wasn’t that she lacked charm, but that he was hard of hearing and hadn’t heard anything.

At the parking lot, Ruan Sixian still didn’t speak. She walked around to the passenger side and opened the door to sit inside.

Just as she was about to close the door, she felt a strong opposing force pull it open, and then someone squeezed in, with one leg between hers.

Fu Mingyu leaned over, one hand braced on the seat behind her head.

Ruan Sixian blinked, seeming to realize something, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.

He stared directly at her, his eyes no longer calm and deep like a spring but seeming to have flames dancing within them.

His other hand tucked a strand of hair by her face behind her ear. “Baby, open your mouth.”

He seemed a bit urgent, wanting to get straight to the point.