Fu Mingyu turned around, looking at the hotel room door, seemingly in disbelief.

“What did you say?”

“Looks like my boyfriend isn’t just scared, he’s also deaf.”

On the other end of the phone, Ruan Sixian had barely finished speaking when the doorbell rang.

The cigarette ash suddenly fell from his fingertips, tiny sparks dropping from the back of his hand.

Ruan Sixian stood at the door, leaning on her suitcase to relieve the pressure on her legs.

Had she known his hotel was so big, requiring three elevator rides and passing through many corridors to get from the entrance to here, she wouldn’t have worn high heels.

To make matters worse, the person inside wasn’t opening the door.

“Are you hiding a woman in there?” Ruan Sixian raised her hand, ready to knock directly. “I’ll give you five seconds. One, two, three—”

The door suddenly opened. Ruan Sixian’s hand hung in mid-air as she and Fu Mingyu locked eyes.

Huh?

Where was the overwhelming joy she had imagined?

Where was the uncontainable delight she had expected?

Why didn’t he show any expression?

Wasn’t he happy?

Wasn’t he surprised?

Fu Mingyu just looked at her, his gaze obscure, lips pressed tightly together.

Ruan Sixian frowned, about to speak when her arm was suddenly gripped by him and pulled inside. Her other hand clutched desperately at her suitcase, bumping against the wall with several “bang bang” sounds. Accompanied by the forceful closing of the door, everything happened in a flash. Before she could steady herself, Fu Mingyu had already pinned her against the door and forcefully kissed her.

Today he wasn’t gentle at all, forceful and domineering, even the hand supporting her felt like it might snap her waist.

Her breath was gradually taken away, her limbs unable to relax, instead becoming increasingly tense.

Ruan Sixian clutched his shirt with both hands, each gasp for air was swallowed, and only the muffled moans from her nose circulated them, intimate and heavy.

“Mmm…” Her fingertips dug into Fu Mingyu’s shoulders, using a bit of strength before her voice could finely escape from between their lips, “My feet hurt.”

As soon as she said this, she was suddenly lifted into the air, held by Fu Mingyu’s hands at her waist, turned, and placed on the table.

Before she could catch her breath, he placed his hands on the table and leaned down over her again.

The air conditioning in the room was set very low. The table was cold, its coolness spreading up from the base of Ruan Sixian’s thighs, intertwining with Fu Mingyu’s burning, lingering breath, quickly draining Ruan Sixian’s strength.

The shadow of the setting sun stealthily slipped from the room. Just as Ruan Sixian’s consciousness was about to succumb, she suddenly felt Fu Mingyu’s hand move down her calf, removing her shoes.

A pair of delicate stilettos were casually thrown onto the carpet, drawing out a hint of desire from the room’s intimate atmosphere.

Who knows how much time passed? The daylight had completely faded, dim light half-hidden and half-revealed, scattered around the room, finally bringing a sense of peaceful tranquility.

Fu Mingyu finally gently nibbled Ruan Sixian’s lips one last time, his arm passing under her knees, carrying her to sit on the sofa.

But Ruan Sixian felt like cursing.

She was half-lying in Fu Mingyu’s arms, barefoot, her dress spread messily, her carefully styled hair completely disheveled, and her newly purchased lipstick completely devoured.

Meanwhile, Fu Mingyu was leisurely using his thumb to wipe away the lipstick that had smeared on his mouth.

Looking like this, those who knew would understand she had come to visit her boyfriend, but those who didn’t might think she had just been ravished in a foreign country.

She looked up at Fu Mingyu, her eyes still covered with a misty layer of moisture.

“Hey.”

Fu Mingyu reached out to massage her ankle, making a sound of acknowledgment.

Ruan Sixian kicked her legs lightly, “Is this how you welcome me?”

“Hmm?” Fu Mingyu lowered his eyes to look at her, “I thought you were enjoying it.”

Enjoying…

My ass.

Ruan Sixian made a muffled groan.

In her imagination, when she suddenly appeared after traveling thousands of miles, he should have opened his arms to embrace her as she ran toward him, hugging each other in the sunset, her dress fluttering like a butterfly.

—That kind of artistic love movie.

Instead, it had been turned into a Japanese love film prelude, with him pinning her against the door without a word.

“Why did you suddenly come?”

Fu Mingyu asked in a low voice while massaging her ankle.

Because I missed you.

This sentence was about to slip out, but on second thought, she turned her head away, playing with her hair, casually saying, “I was passing by.”

“Passing by?”

Fu Mingyu tilted his head, leaning down to look at her, his palm sliding up from her ankle, “Then don’t you want to leave something behind?”

“You—” Ruan Sixian’s body jolted, kicking at him, “Are you even human?!”

Fu Mingyu held the struggling her, burying his head and laughing softly, “Have you eaten?”

Ruan Sixian replied irritably, “What do you think? I just got off the plane.”

“Then shall I take you out to eat?”

“No, I don’t want to move.”

“Mm.” Fu Mingyu reached for his phone from the table, “I’ll have someone bring us food.”

“Then I’ll get up and take a shower.” Ruan Sixian struggled to get up, “Singapore is so hot, I was sweating when I got off the plane.”

“Don’t move.” Fu Mingyu pressed her back into his arms, “Let me hold you a little longer.”

The street lights’ beams, carrying colorful neon, flowed quietly in the room, reflecting on Ruan Sixian’s face, flickering like an illusion.

Fu Mingyu didn’t speak, his chin resting on her forehead, his palm gently stroking Ruan Sixian’s back.

How many times had he wanted to hold her like this, only to hear her voice through the phone, as if she were right before his eyes, yet his arms remained empty?

It was also at this moment that Ruan Sixian truly and intensely felt his attachment through his surrounding aura.

“Are you…” Ruan Sixian reached out to touch his chin, “Really missing me?”

Her tone was light as if casually asking.

Fu Mingyu didn’t deny it, “Mm.”

“How much do you miss me?”

Fu Mingyu lowered his eyes to look at her eyelashes, so thick they cast a shadow beneath her lower eyelids.

The person in his arms was now a very real presence.

“Heart and soul.”

Ruan Sixian suddenly bit her lip, her fingers firmly pinching his chin.

“I suspect it’s more like a wet dream.”

Fu Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

“You can understand it that way too.”

He tightened his arms, “After all, in dreams, there’s no need for restraint.”

“…”

The doorbell rang at this moment. Ruan Sixian broke free from him, sat on the other side, and kicked him with her foot.

“Go get the food.”

Fu Mingyu glanced at her, crossed his legs, and used the remote to open the door.

The hotel butler, accompanied by a waiter, pushed a cart in and arranged the dinner on the table.

After they left, Fu Mingyu stood up and beckoned to Ruan Sixian.

“Dinner.”

Ruan Sixian jumped off the sofa barefoot, smelling the aroma of the food, and suddenly felt energized, bouncing over.

As she passed the desk, she noticed something, turned back to look, and paused.

“What’s this?” Ruan Sixian picked up a medicine bottle, “Are you sick?”

The label was full of English technical terms she couldn’t understand.

“Mm.” Fu Mingyu sat down at the dining table, “A cold.”

Ruan Sixian went over, placing the back of her hand on his forehead to feel, “No wonder I thought you were very hot today. Do you have a fever?”

Fu Mingyu grabbed her hand, pulled her to sit down, “It’s not that serious, just a small issue.”

Just some loss of appetite and headache.

As for his body being hot…

Which man wouldn’t be hot when kissing his girlfriend?

Fu Mingyu scooped rice for Ruan Sixian and handed it to her, “When are you going back?”

“Tomorrow noon’s flight.”

Ruan Sixian bit her chopsticks, glancing at him, “By the way, who sent you that photo today?”

Fu Mingyu tossed his phone to her.

“Yan An?” Ruan Sixian blinked, “He’s quite romantic, going to see a movie early in the morning.”

“And aren’t you romantic too?” Fu Mingyu said with a cold smile.

Ruan Sixian pouted, saying helplessly, “I just… booked a noon flight, and was bored in the morning, so I thought I’d go see a movie to pass the time.”

“Mm.” Fu Mingyu only filled a bowl of soup, responded briefly, and said nothing more.

Ruan Sixian saw that he didn’t even pick up his chopsticks and asked, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“The soup is enough.” Fu Mingyu said, “I have no appetite.”

Ruan Sixian paused, “Is your stomach uncomfortable again?”

“A bit.”

Ruan Sixian put down her chopsticks, stared at the food, thought for a while, and said, “How about we change to porridge for you?”

Fu Mingyu put down his soup bowl, calmly saying, “No need. I can’t eat. Don’t talk anymore, enjoy your meal.”

His expression was serene, hand against his chin, looking somewhat sickly.

Ruan Sixian got up to pour a glass of hot water, “Then take your medicine.”

As if completing a task, Fu Mingyu took the medicine, raising his eyebrows at her.

After finishing her meal, Ruan Sixian put down her chopsticks, elegantly wiped her mouth, and said, “I’m a bit full.”

Fu Mingyu stood up, and adjusted his cuffs, “I’ll take you out for a walk.”

“I didn’t bring flat shoes.” Ruan Sixian’s legs swung under the table, “It hurts.”

Fu Mingyu didn’t say anything, he simply made a phone call.

Shortly after, someone delivered a brand new pair of women’s flat shoes.

Ruan Sixian looked at the shoes and sighed.

“It’s good to be rich.”

Walking in these shoes, she felt as if she were being supported by several palace maids with each step.

After the evening heat had dissipated, occasional cool breezes blew by.

Fu Mingyu’s hotel was in the Central Business District, surrounded by skyscrapers. The world of steel and concrete didn’t look interesting, so they went to Merlion Park for a stroll.

Ruan Sixian walked arm in arm with Fu Mingyu, dragging her steps extremely slowly, trying to extend the time by this method.

“After I finish the F3 exam next week, I want to qualify for high-altitude routes,” A child running past nearly tripped, Ruan Sixian casually pulled them up, “I want to fly longer routes.”

But to obtain the high-altitude route qualification, she needed to undergo theoretical training, simulator checks, and route inspections, which was no easier than level exams.

“You’re quite busy,” Fu Mingyu said, “Never a day of rest.”

“After all, I want a raise,”

“Did you use up the bonus I gave you last time?”

“How could that be possible? I’ve saved it.” Ruan Sixian imperceptibly raised her eyebrows, “The longer the number in my account, the more secure I feel.”

Fu Mingyu gave a light snort.

Although the evening breeze in the park was comfortable, it was still summer after all, and Ruan Sixian felt sticky all over.

Back at the hotel, she prepared to take a shower, but first needed to remove her makeup.

“Do you want to shower first?” Ruan Sixian took out her bottles and jars from her suitcase, without looking back, “I’ll also need to shower after I remove my makeup.”

Fu Mingyu responded and went.

Half an hour later, he came out of the bathroom to see Ruan Sixian sitting on the sofa, bare-faced, with an unhappy expression.

“What’s wrong?”

Ruan Sixian coughed embarrassedly, “I forgot to bring pajamas.”

Fu Mingyu raised an eyebrow, “So?”

So?

SO?

Ruan Sixian emphasized again in a deep voice, “I forgot to bring pajamas!”

The other person threw a bland remark, “Then don’t wear any.”

“Fu Mingyu, listen to yourself! Is that human talk?”

Ruan Sixian crossed her arms, “Then I won’t sleep. You can just watch me die of exhaustion here.”

Fu Mingyu, who had walked to the sofa, suddenly remembered something, turned, and walked toward the room, “I’ll find something for you.”

Eh?

Ruan Sixian turned, leaning on the sofa backrest to watch him.

“You have women’s pajamas here? Fu Mingyu, have you done something unfaithful? Confess now and I’ll leave you with an intact corpse, otherwise, you’ll be on Singapore’s local news tomorrow—Chinese man murdered in the hotel, died a tragic death, blood flowing from seven orifices—”

Before she could finish, a white shirt was placed in front of her.

“Wear this.”

“…”

Ruan Sixian stared at Fu Mingyu, her eyes full of disbelief.

“Fu Mingyu, I think you’re perverted.”

“How am I perverted?” Fu Mingyu found it amusing, “This shirt can serve as a dress for you, it’s spacious and comfortable, why can’t it be used as pajamas?”

“I won’t wear it.”

“Then there’s nothing else.”

“Call someone to bring me a set, like you did just now.”

“Girl, look at what time it is. Don’t people get off work?”

“You—”

Fu Mingyu walked to the table, checked the time, and took his medicine again according to medical advice.

After swallowing it with water, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and rubbed his brow bone.

Ruan Sixian, seeing his sickly appearance, suddenly smiled at the corner of her mouth.

This dog of a man, is physically weak, with no strength, yet full of tricks.

“Fine then.”

She took the clothes and walked into the bathroom.

When the sound of water came from inside, Fu Mingyu looked back, seeing a blurry, slender silhouette behind the frosted glass.

He lowered his eyes. In front of him was a route maintenance support plan from the Singapore branch’s engineering department.

By the time he had carefully read through the plan, Ruan Sixian had just come out of the bathroom.

The white shirt was large, hanging loosely on her, empty and flowing. The curves of her upper body were faintly visible, and her long legs were barely covered at the thighs.

She put her hands behind her back, tiptoeing to Fu Mingyu’s desk, bending over, elbows propping up her chin.

“Mr. Fu.”

Fu Mingyu glanced at her, his gaze indifferent, not responding.

“Brother.” Ruan Sixian reached out to hook his sleeve, “Going to bed?”

Fu Mingyu turned a page of the document, still not responding.

Ruan Sixian looked at him with a smile, tilting her head slightly, “Still working?”

“What do you want?” Fu Mingyu glanced at her lightly.

“I see you haven’t eaten, haven’t rested much, and have taken medicine. I wanted to call you to bed early.”

Her face smiled sweetly, but under the table, her foot gently rubbed against his calf.

But Fu Mingyu didn’t react, just turned to look at her, his gaze dark under the floor lamp beside the desk.

Ruan Sixian inwardly snorted coldly.

So he had the desire but not the ability, why was he trying to be provocative?

She stepped back two paces, leaning against the sofa, one leg straightened, the other half-bent.

“So hard working, still working so late.”

After saying this, she fluttered her shirt hem, posing coquettishly as she turned toward the bedroom, “I’ll sleep first then.”

“Wait.”

A husky voice suddenly came from behind.

Ruan Sixian heard this voice and suddenly felt her heart sink.

Before she could turn around, she was lifted in his arms and placed on the desk.

Pens and papers on the desk were swept off, making dull sounds as they hit the carpet.

Seeing his passionate gaze, Ruan Sixian instinctively leaned back.

Fu Mingyu placed his hands on the desk, leaning forward with her movement.

Ruan Sixian swallowed, her ears beginning to redden.

Fu Mingyu’s eyes were deep, fixated on Ruan Sixian, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Ruan Sixian’s breathing gradually became unsteady, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the desk.

Oh my God!!!

Wasn’t he supposed to be unwell?!!!

That night, Ruan Sixian understood what it meant to bring trouble upon oneself.

And to never judge a man’s explosive power when sexually aroused by his illness.

Documents scattered beneath the desk, clothes in disarray on the sofa, handprints on the bathroom mirror…

Finally, Ruan Sixian lay on the bed, curled up like a shrimp.

Her hair was damp with sweat, sticking to her cheeks, looking very uncomfortable, yet she didn’t move.

Fu Mingyu wanted to carry her to the bathroom, leaned over, and lifted the blanket, but as soon as he touched Ruan Sixian’s shoulder, he heard her frown and say, “Get lost!”

“…”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Fu Mingyu’s hand paused, but he still held her shoulder, his voice tinged with amusement, “You were very eager beforehand, now you’re telling me to get lost after the fact?”