When Jiang Zhixu stood at the door of the rental house with a limited-edition suitcase, he thought he was escaping from the reminders of the family business and his father's words - until he bumped into Xia Xuyan, who was leaning against the door frame.
Wearing a black leather jacket and ripped trousers, with some sunshine gold on the tips of his hair, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Miss Jiang, the rent is based on the market price, but... The credit must be paid with something else."
Who would have thought that the "strange landlord" she ran away from home to seek refuge with was the man who scaled the wall and climbed the tree, rubbed her princess dress dirty, and then gave her a candy.
He is the "bad boy" she hides in the girl's diary, and she is the "white moonlight" he dare not touch as an adult.
Nowadays, one is the runaway daughter who insists on refusing to bow her head, and the other is the "handsome landlord" who pretends to be casual, crowded into a 30-square-meter rental house:
She cooked the pasta, and he cleaned up the mess for her while holding a cigarette;
When he drank too much, he would clutch her headband and whisper, "Stop running away";
In the stairwell when I returned home late at night, my shadows were entangled before my body, and my heartbeat was noisier than the buzzing of the corridor lights.
"Xia Xuyan, why on earth did you rent the house to me?"
He smiled against her forehead, and the carelessness in his eyes broke into gentle stars: "Because this house lacks a mistress, I have to trick you into it."
——It is a lie to run away from home, but it is true to seek refuge with you. My heartbeat has been "rented" by you since the moment I climbed over the wall when I was young.
