Ming Qian has been absurd and undisciplined for more than 20 years. He believes in taking things easy and has no sympathy for anyone. She thought her whole life would be such a mess until Ye Zhiyi crashed into her world.
Ye Zhiyi, dressed in formal attire, has a tall and straight posture and a cold aura. She acts decisively, but no one has ever seen her letting down her guard. Only in front of Ming Qian, the ice melted, turning into tenderness and seductive willfulness, the contrast was extreme.
But few people know that Ming Qian's seemingly unruly appearance hides an unbearable past. The intense stimulation in the early years left scars, and stress always followed. Always trapped in the panic of self-doubt. She pretended to be carefree, but in fact she was fragile and lacked love, struggling alone in the darkness for many years.
It was Ye Zhiyi who broke the haze in her world. She approached slowly with a calm attitude, and when Ming Qian was having a stress attack, she held her in her arms and comforted her gently. She waited patiently for her to relax, carefully avoiding stimulation, and used strength and gentleness to pry open her defenses bit by bit.
As time goes by, love develops naturally. Ming Qian's heart, which had been wandering for more than twenty years, finally fell into Ye Zhiyi's tenderness and preference.
In the dark night, Ye Zhiyi leaned forward and lifted Ming Qian's chin with his fingertips, looking wild and sexy. She held her cigarette in her mouth and looked at Mingqian, her eyes thick, teasing and tender: "Choose her or... Me?"
The warm breath and the smell of tobacco hit her, and Ming Qian instinctively felt timid, but there was no fear, only panic. The tips of her ears turned red and she blurted out: "I choose dumplings."
