Ye Qingglai re-tested the folded wings and became the scientific research assistant of Jiang Linzhou, the "Sirius" in the aerospace field.
With a frozen "I don't need an assistant", she became the number one source of interference in his sophisticated world.
She folded her feathers and bent down, burying her head in the documents, but she calmly smoothed away the burrs and regulated his breath and Qi - she was a warm current that sneaked into the bottom of the glacier, moisturizing things silently and without competing for attention.
He hates variables, but his insides are honestly addicted to this ironing post.
She is always awake: he is Sirius, the piercing light of the North Star in the clouds. She will eventually fly to the blue bird in the thorn bushes of law. The sky here is just a temporary residence.
However, he lost control under the coolness of her fingertips, and his heart beat wildly when she resolved the crisis. The abnormal variable named "Ye Qingglai" caused a stir in his precisely running core program.
He put up a cold wall: "My assistant can't make mistakes", "I don't need your help in doing this in the future", "We'll talk about it after the exam";
While diagnosing the pulse, her heartbeat went out of control, and her fingertips pierced through the hidden prairie fire.
He thought he was the angler in control of the overall situation, weaving a web of love through alienation and proximity,
Little did he know that he had long been sober and indulged in this dangerous push and pull,
Using gentleness as a shield and professionalism as a spear, she worked step by step within the boundaries he delineated, conquering cities and territories.
When rumors quench their poison and pierce faith, when the blue bird's wings are ready and about to flutter——
The iceberg will eventually break, and Sirius stares at the glaze that infiltrates his world——
This time, he was willing to fall into the mortal world.
Intention: This is the ultimate game between rational high walls and hot love.
