Ji Tangshuang and Lu Chenyu were neighbors upstairs and downstairs. When she was a child, she was like a little sun, always following behind the taciturn Lu Chenyu full of energy.
When Lu Chenyu was a teenager, he held a bouquet of fresh and pure daisies and confessed to her: "Tang Shuang, you are the sun hidden in my heart."
I happily learned how to make desserts for Lu Chenyu, integrating love into sweetness.
However, at her happiest moment, Lu Chenyu broke up with her coldly and resolutely: "Ji Tangshuang, we are not suitable." These words were like a sharp blade, instantly shattering all the sweetness and illusions.
Three years later, she returned to China to compete as a pastry chef and appeared in public with a blonde partner. The news reached the ears of Lu Chenyu, who had become the captain of the criminal police.
Lu Chenyu couldn't hold it back and blocked her directly in the decorating room of her studio. During the intense movements, the snow-white cream stained his straight and majestic police uniform. His eyes were burning and his voice was low and dangerous: "Explain it, huh?"
She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, deliberately shook the decorating bag in her hand, and chuckled in a distant manner: "Captain Lu? Did you go to the wrong door to investigate the case?"
Lu Chenyu clasped her wrist fiercely and pulled her close. His hot breath brushed her cheek. His eyes showed the pain and possessiveness that had been suppressed for three years: "The crime scene is right here - when will you return the heart you stole back then?"
