The sand on the island beach was fine and soft. Under the influence of alcohol, Fan Xia took off her shoes and stepped barefoot on the beach. Clean white waves surged up the beach, kissing her bare ankles. The sea breeze blew her skirt, swaying like flowers, and the coconut tree leaves on the shore rustled.

Fan Xia breathed in the fresh air by the sea and closed her eyes contentedly.

Rong Xiu just stood quietly beside her.

Suddenly, Fan Xia felt itchy on the back of her foot. Looking down, she saw a hermit crab carrying a beautifully patterned seashell crawling over her foot.

Fan Xia crouched down, picked up the hermit crab, teasing its red pincers, chuckling softly. Her fallen skirt was wet by the waves, clinging to her swaying slender white calves.

Rong Xiu quickly came forward to support her, “Fan Xia, you’re drunk.”

Fan Xia looked up at Rong Xiu, “Rong Xiu?”

Rong Xiu nodded, his voice hoarse, “It’s me.”

Fan Xia smiled and put the hermit crab in the palm of his hand, “My mom said in her hometown, this is called a shrimp monster, take it back.”

“Okay.” Rong Xiu didn’t hesitate at all and put the hermit crab in his expensive suit pocket.

“Take it back, eat it!” Fan Xia pointed at the hermit crab, drunk.

The frightened hermit crab scrambled out of Rong Xiu’s suit and began its desperate escape.

Fan Xia swayed as she chased after it, her legs unable to stand steady. Rong Xiu supported her from behind as they chased a tiny hermit crab on the vast beach.

But ultimately, they couldn’t outrun the agile little crab, and in a moment of inattention, it slipped away.

“Shrimp monster…” Fan Xia’s eye corners drooped, pitiful and sad.

“Don’t be sad, I’ll take you to eat shrimp monster tomorrow,” Rong Xiu comforted her, knowing in his heart that she was completely drunk.

Before Rong Xiu could finish speaking, Fan Xia suddenly stumbled towards a coconut tree. The huge leaves of that coconut tree had been blown down by the wind, and who knows what might be hiding underneath. Worried about her safety, Rong Xiu knelt on the sand regardless of his image and pulled her, “Fan Xia, come out.”

Fan Xia crawled out from under the fallen coconut leaves, holding a fluffy little puppy in her hand.

She was as happy as a child, “I found a little dog!”

The fluffy little puppy was all white, very thin, shivering from the cold, curled up in Fan Xia’s arms whimpering, with no strength at all, like a soft, squishy rice ball.

The only flaw was that it had a tuft of black fur above one eye, like a drooping eyebrow. Combined with the puppy’s moist big eyes, it was both funny and slightly melancholic, ugly yet cute.

But obviously, the drunk Fan Xia hadn’t noticed the uniqueness of this little puppy.

She hugged the little puppy in her arms, happily rubbing it, unable to let go. The little puppy also showed no malice towards her, obediently curling up in her arms, letting her rub it as she pleased.

But coincidentally, the island’s unpredictable weather suddenly turned to heavy rain. The rain fell like silk, beating on the soft sand beach. The coconut tree leaves were slapped by the heavy rain, making crackling sounds, splashing up the scent of damp earth. Rong Xiu took off his suit jacket and covered Fan Xia with it, but Fan Xia used his suit to wrap the little puppy tightly.

Rong Xiu had no choice but to support the drunk Fan Xia as they ran to shelter under a high bridge.

Rong Xiu panted, his white shirt soaked by the heavy rain, clinging tightly to his body. Under the high bridge was a dark place that even street lamps couldn’t illuminate. The white shirt wet by the heavy rain outlined his lean, sturdy figure, tightly wrapping around his firm, powerful abs at the waist.

Fan Xia was drunk and unaware of her surroundings, yet she carefully placed the little puppy safely on the ground before resting her head softly against Rong Xiu’s rapidly rising and falling chest.

Her long hair, wet by the rain, clung to her body. A faint and lingering fragrance surrounded his nose, like sweet yet fatal bait, attracting greedy and thirsty prey. Knowing she was dangerous, yet unable to resist moving closer to her, every cell in his body was screaming, shouting, begging to get closer to her, closer to her, even if the outcome was tragic.

Rong Xiu reached out his hand, brushing aside her hair, and asked the question he had long wanted to ask, his voice filled with a sour ache, “Do you really love Wen Lan Sheng? Or is the person you truly love Gu Jin Yi?”

Fan Xia lifted her head, her eyes clear yet confused, not understanding what he was saying at all.

But she carefully examined Rong Xiu, suddenly cupping his face, “Rong Xiu-”

Rong Xiu’s voice was bitter, “I’m here.”

“I remember you,” Fan Xia’s face bore an innocent smile, like a child leaning on his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “You kissed me.”

Rong Xiu bit his lip, trembling.

He thought it was just a shameful spring dream, but it turned out to be real. That day wasn’t him being delirious with fever, but he truly and clearly held Fan Xia, truly and clearly kissed the person he had been thinking about day and night.

It turns out she knew all along, yet she had been pretending nothing had happened.

Fan Xia, am I really so unworthy in your eyes?

Rong Xiu’s throat felt sour and choked up, “How did I kiss you?”

“Like this.” Fan Xia pulled his tie, one hand holding the back of his head, sucking on his soft and burning tongue tip, their lips and teeth intertwined, inseparable, making sticky sounds.

Rong Xiu’s eyes widened, his body and mind simultaneously receiving a huge shock, overwhelming pleasure sweeping away all his reason.

His trembling hands held her tightly, his long, quivering fingers threading through her thick hair. At this moment, all his determination, all his bottom lines, fell for her.

The rain grew heavier, forming two continuous curtains of rain on both sides of the high bridge. Misty vapor spread, and they kissed in the storm, violent yet tender.

The kiss ended, with an ambiguous silver thread drawn between them.

Rong Xiu’s whole body was burning hot, but Fan Xia had a pure expression: “Just like that.”

So their kiss that day was this deep, he thought it was just a light peck.

“Mm, very deep,” Fan Xia nodded.

Rong Xiu was slightly stunned, he had actually said all his inner thoughts out loud.

Fan Xia was like a serious primary school student: “You pushed me onto the bed and kissed me for a long time.”

Rong Xiu lowered his head, flustered and ashamed.

“Don’t be shy, I didn’t tell anyone else,” Fan Xia said with a sincere face.

Rong Xiu raised his head, his eyes brimming with moisture: “Not even Wen Lan Sheng?”

“Wen Lan Sheng…” Fan Xia’s blank gaze changed slightly: “Who is he?”

A strange sweetness welled up in Rong Xiu’s heart. She was drunk, remembered him, remembered the kiss between them, but couldn’t remember Wen Lan Sheng. Did this mean that in her heart, he was more important than Wen Lan Sheng?

“Wen Lan Sheng is your fiancé,” Rong Xiu said.

“Fiancé… fiancé…” Fan Xia mumbled, her blank gaze seeming to show some response, her voice a bit cold: “No.”

Seeing Fan Xia’s reaction, Rong Xiu suddenly realized that Fan Xia wasn’t trying to remember Wen Lan Sheng, but rather showing an instinctive vigilant response. Why?

As Fan Xia’s fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng should be the person Fan Xia trusts the most. On the plane, she had just said that she would always remember Wen Lan Sheng’s kindness to her when they were young. But why was there not even a trace of tenderness in her eyes when Wen Lan Sheng was mentioned?

Rong Xiu’s palm was burning hot, a secret excitement and pleasure arising in his heart. Could it be that Fan Xia doesn’t like Wen Lan Sheng at all? That she actually has no feelings for Wen Lan Sheng, and marrying him is just to repay the kindness from those years?!