Chapter 30: Posture
At first, Ruan Xi didn’t think it was about her. The waiter brought over their breakfast, and the perfectly made Benedict eggs— rich in color, aroma, and taste— were set…
At first, Ruan Xi didn’t think it was about her. The waiter brought over their breakfast, and the perfectly made Benedict eggs— rich in color, aroma, and taste— were set…
Ruan Xi blacked out. She vaguely remembered singing a French song in a dimly lit, cozy little bar, and drinking beer with Cheng Daichuan. But how she got back to…
The secret turned into a warm touch. Cheng Daichuan felt his ears flush; before he could react, his shoulder was bumped again. Then came Ruan Xi’s muffled, sticky moan. Cheng…
The sun sank in the west, its rounded silhouette slowly sliding down, visibly approaching the horizon. The sky was like silk, with gentle waves of rosy clouds softly embedded in…
Ruan Xi finished replying to Zhang Xu, then stared blankly at her phone screen for a moment before barely managing to calm herself down. She typed coyly in the comment…
Cheng Daichuan’s response about cold showers was brief and to the point— he just said he was used to it. Ruan Xi was a little worried, counting off the disadvantages…
Ruan Xi had a slow, drifting dream. When daylight came, all the people and events in her dream turned into fuzzy images with jagged edges, then gradually drifted further and…
Ruan Xi thought she had made a mistake, froze, her heart tightening, quietly clutching the edge of the duvet. In the instant she held her breath, she slowly realized that…
Ruan Xi was about to collapse from exhaustion, her whole body sprawled out like Ais, limbs flung everywhere. She had originally wanted to crawl a couple more steps closer to…
Maybe it was because Cheng Daichuan said “cherish”, or maybe it was because Cheng Daichuan put the Paper Crane and Qiantiao into his wallet. On the way to the Restaurant,…