"Hurry up." Ruan Sixian reached out and gently tugged at his tie. "Do it again."

Fu Mingyu leaned over and approached her, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and kissed her slowly.

"What are you doing?" Ruan Sixian put her hand on his chest and pushed out, "I didn't mean this one!"

But the man in front of her didn't listen at all. He held the back of her neck and went deeper step by step.

"Don't try to muddle through!"

Ruan Sixian continued to push him, but was held tightly by him. She stretched out her foot to kick him, but was straddled across against the door instead and couldn't move at all.

Cicadas and insects chirped one after another, and together with the sound of his breathing, they entered Ruan Sixian's ears, sometimes sounded far and sometimes sounded near. This afternoon was as illusory as a dream, and his kiss was more real than ever before. It had nothing to do with lust, but only his expression of devotion.

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After a long time, he stopped, touched Ruan Sixian's forehead with his forehead, and stared into her eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he caught a glimpse of her drooping eyelashes. Then he took a step back, and slowly bent his knee.

Although his next move could be predicted, when she really saw him kneeling on one knee, Ruan Sixian's chest was still full of sourness.

She thought such an action only existed in imagination.

How proud of a person he is.

But those deep eyes are unbelievably devoted.

Ruan Sixian's mind was buzzing. With her hands behind her back, she nervously clutched her clothes, and her nerves were all tense.

The pink diamond almost blinded her eyes.

"Marry me. I will give you a home."

When she heard this, Ruan Sixian's hand suddenly loosened, and every cell in her body lay firmly in a soft cradle.

That afternoon, Ruan Sixian took Fu Mingyu to the cemetery.

Before leaving, this man with lascivious air had to go upstairs to change his clothes.

Ruan Sixian looked up and down at his clothes. "What's the difference with the one you just wore?"

"I've been flying all day. It's a little dirty."

He went out with the car key, walked slowly toward the garage, then looked back and smiled, "When I go see your dad, I have to be clean and tidy."

The cemetery is still deserted.

She wondered whether the personnel in charge of cleaning have been sleepy recently. Although it is summer, there are many dead leaves on the ground.

Father Ruan's tombstone stands in an inconspicuous place. The man in the photo has soft facial features, but his eyebrows are faintly heroic.

Fu Mingyu held a bunch of lilies and whispered, "Dad doesn't look like a Chinese teacher."

"He used to be a soldier..." Ruan Sixian suddenly raised her head and looked at him twice. When she met his calm gaze, she choked, but said nothing.

His one mouthful of 'Dad' called out quite smoothly.

"Dad." Ruan Sixian put the lily in her hand in front of the tombstone. "Happy birthday."

She bent down, glanced at Fu Mingyu, and whispered: "This is my boyfriend."

"Huh?" Fu Mingyu said, "What did you just say?"

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