Landing On My Heart

In the early morning of the next day, Ruan Sixian woke up by the alarm bell.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while before she pulled her mind back.

However, when she got up and got out of bed, she had to scold Bian Xuan’s black heart for selling fake wine.

Her head hurts too much.

After walking to the living room, she was stunned and almost raised her small hand to call the police.

What caught the eye were the pillows that fell on the ground, the shoes on the east side and the west side, the blanket on the sofa hung awkwardly on the side of the coffee table, and her bag was buckled upside down with the contents scattered all over the floor.

But a few seconds later she regained her senses.

This look in her house is not made by a burglar, but she did it last night when Fu Mingyu forcibly picked her up from the sofa.

It was as if a button had been pressed when she recalled the memories from this point on as Ruan Sixian’s body seemed to recall the sensations unconsciously.

Looking at the sofa, she remembered that when Fu Mingyu picked her up, her body was in close contact with him, and she couldn’t struggle to free herself from him at all.

When she walked to the door and put on the slipper, she recalled the memories of him circling her from behind, stretching out his hand to hold her hand, with his chin on the side of her head, and if she just slightly turned her head, she could see the curvature of his jaw.

Turning her head and looking back at the room, she recalled the moment when he leaned over on her bed, she was covered by his breath and could not move. His necktie hanging down gently and dangling in front of her eyes.

Hiss…

Ruan Sixian hugged her arms and looked around vigilantly.

Every time she looks at a corner, the brain will flash out of the picture of Fu Mingyu frame by frame.

How did this dog man make her house full of his shadow?

Ruan Sixian quickly put on the slippers and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

While the hot water washed away her fatigue, it also took away the emotions of these past few days.

Last night she had drunk the wine, also lost her temper and vented it out, so now her heart seems as if it has been settled down.

The matter still exists, but there is no feeling like her heart is being blocked anymore.

She dried her hair, returned to the living room and began to clean up, and found a cigarette pack on the floor.

She picked it up and looked at it, and saw that there were only two or three pieces left inside.

She doesn’t even need to think about who it belongs to.

Ruan Sixian put the cigarette pack in the drawer of the coffee table, and the moment she closed it, a picture of Fu Mingyu smoking suddenly flashed in her mind.

Standing relaxed with one hand in his pocket, with his head tilted and his eyes casted downward, and his outline looming in the firelight.

It’s weirdly beautiful.

Huh?

Ruan Sixian was taken aback for a moment.

She had never seen Fu Mingyu smoke a cigarette, how could such a picture appear in her mind?

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting Ruan Sixian’s thought.

She got up and opened the door, and a delivery man handed over a bag of things.

“Hello, your breakfast. Please use it slowly.”

With the previous experience, Ruan Sixian didn’t feel too surprised about it.

She looked at the small ticket and saw that it was indeed her name that was written on it, so she accepted the takeaway.

Inside it is a bowl of vegetables and lean meat porridge, a cup of hot soy milk, and two jujube cakes.

Wew…

It’s the breakfast that she usually likes.

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Ruan Sixian took a sip of soy milk, and the sweetness lingered on the tip of her tongue.

She thought about it, and felt that she still have to express it to Fu Mingyu.

So she turned to Fu Mingyu’s WeChat and sent a sentence over.

[Ruan Si Xian]: I received the breakfast, thank you.

After sending it out, she also didn’t hope for a busy person like Fu Mingyu to reply in seconds, so while eating the porridge she also read the unread messages.

After she scrolled down the list, she saw that Si Xiaozhen had sent her a message twenty minutes ago.

[Si Xiaozhen]: Are you awake? I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable if you overslept, so I ordered breakfast for you. Remember to eat.

Ruan Sixian stared at the message, and was stunned for several seconds.

？？？

！！！

It’s not Fu Mingyu who ordered it???

She immediately found Fu Mingyu’s WeChat again, and wanted to withdraw the message as quickly as she could.

However, the moment she just released her finger, a message came from the other side.

[Fu Mingyu]: It’s not me.

[Fu Mingyu]: Don’t think too much.

Ruan Si Xian: “…”

Who thinks too much???

[Ruan Si Xian]:???

[Ruan Si Xian]: I just sent it out wrong. Sorry.

[Fu Mingyu]: Oh.

Oh? ? ?

Oh! ! !

What? You don’t believe it, right???

Ruan Sixian suddenly felt that the soy milk was no longer sweet, and the porridge was no longer fragrant.

How can Fu Mingyu be like this?

Obviously he was still flattering her yesterday, how can it become like she is the one who is flattering him today?

And with a look of disbelief too.