He was obviously as noble as an immortal a moment ago, but at this moment, he was like a devil pulled down from his divine altar. His pitch—black eyes seemed to hide a trapped beast.

Wishing, clamoring, wanting to devour everything.

She was slightly afraid.

"You … "Ugh …" His lips were sealed.

A strong tongue was forced into her mouth, as if it was trying to rob her of everything!

At this moment, she didn't need any techniques. Her body that had lost control of itself followed the most ancient desires, fiercely venting the flames she had ignited.

Unending.

Mu Ru Chen didn't like women, but she was an exception. That kind of sweet taste made him, who had never been near women before, want them again and again.

The more she cried and begged for mercy, the more he didn't want to let her go. In fact, every single movement she made, even every single glance, was like a huge provocation to him.

It was as though he was possessed.

Ambiguous, from day to night.

Mu Ru Chen had only come to this city for a business trip. He originally wanted to rush back, but this woman somehow barged in and delayed his trip.

Ye Zichen picked up his phone. There were dozens of missed calls, all from the same person.

Qing Jun frowned slightly and immediately dialed back.

"What is it?" Mu Ru Chen glanced at the woman that was still sleeping. He lowered his voice, but suddenly sat up when he heard the urgent narration on the other end of the phone. "I'll be right back!"

After putting on his clothes in two minutes, he walked to the door but returned unwillingly. He picked up the note on the bed and left his name and phone number before leaving.

However, she hurriedly walked to the door, worried that she wouldn't be able to see it when she woke up. So, she walked back, tore off the note, and stuck it on the bedside.

He still had something he wanted to ask her. For the time being, he didn't want to lose contact with her.

When An Lixia woke up, it was already early in the morning.

She did not lose her memory, nor did she lose her consciousness. On the contrary, she was very clear about what had happened last night.

It was sad, but she swallowed all her tears anyway. Her dead mother said that a woman's tears were for those who cared about her.

As for her, there was no one who cared about her, so she could not shed tears.

Ignoring the aching pain in his body, he got up and put on his clothes, covered the torn parts, carried his small bag on his back, got up and left.

She did not see the note by the bedside nor did she notice the comic book that had fallen out of her bag. She just hastily ran out of the hotel.

She could no longer stay in her uncle's house. At eighteen, she had already become an adult, so she could now support herself.

Six years later.

South of the city.

Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone brightly on the world, everything woke up.

In front of a small stall on the roadside, steaming hot steamed buns drove away the slight chill of the late summer morning, emitting an alluring fragrance that teased the office workers coming and going.

"Steamed Bun!" Selling buns! "

In front of the stall stood a little girl who looked as sweet as a cake that had just been baked. Her pair of watery phoenix eyes, especially, were like the most mysterious gemstone, exuding a resplendent glow.

"If I can make you full of energy, I can guarantee that you can get a promotion and a raise. You can become a general manager, become a CEO, marry a rich and beautiful bun and reach the pinnacle of life!"

Her sweet voice made all the passers—by stop.

"Little friend, is your bun really that magical?"

"Yeah, if you don't believe me, buy one to try it. It's so delicious!" The soft and sweet voice seemed to infuse a person's heart.

"If a man eats and marries a beautiful woman, what about a woman?" Among the pedestrians, someone seemed to be teasing her on purpose.

"Women become rich and beautiful after eating it!"

Steamed Bun wasn't important. The key point was that this cute little girl was too likeable, so passersby all fished out money to buy her.

"Little friend, how much did you sell your steamed buns for?"

"I'll buy them from the Lady Boss one by one. If you want to eat them, I'll give you one by one!"

"Why do you want fifty cents?"

"This is the love payment for the flowers of the motherland!"

Puff! Cough cough cough …

In the shabby little shop, An Lixia, who was drinking some beans, spat out the last mouthful of beans, coughing until she could not breathe!

Daughter, can you make up a little more nonsense?

"Hey, lady over there, don't just focus on eating, you're here to work!" While taking some change from the steamed buns, An Sitie turned around and lectured her mommy.

An Lisha nodded, "As you command, Lady Princess!"

Lixia, a famous cartoonist, was hunted by editors for failing to deliver satisfactory drafts because of her long history of Calvin. In order to find inspiration for Mommy, her daughter, Ansi, dragged her to the bun house in search of life.

Of course, this was an official statement. As for her real reason …

Hehe, I can't say for now!

In the whole morning, the steamed buns had all been sold out. An Sitian Tian sat on the old wooden chair and counted the money. After splitting the money, she picked up the buns and ran over to the Lady Boss's side.

"Grandma, this is your bun money!" With that, An Sitian placed the money into the hands of the woman in her fifties, and then put the other stack into her own pocket. "This, I earned!"

A steamed bun was worth one dollar to the Lady Boss, and the remaining fifty cents belonged to him.

"And these are tips, we get a fifty—fifty!" The sweet voice sounded like an alluring little angel.

The Lady Boss gave her all the tips. "Grandma doesn't want them. These are all sweet."

"Grandmother has to get up every day to make buns at 3—4 am. It's very tiring, this money, treat it as Tiantian's way of being filial to grandma!" With that, he stuffed the money into the Lady Boss's pocket. His young and tender face was filled with determination.

When the Lady Boss saw such a sensible child, her heart ached. "Tiantian, where's your father?"

"Mommy said, Daddy is an alien. After molesting Mommy, he flew to an alien with a swoosh!"

"..." An Lisha was sharpening a pencil when she heard her daughter's naive reply. She covered her face and lay on the table, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.

How embarrassing!

That year, she was framed by her cousin and gave herself to a man, then became pregnant. As an unmarried mother, she couldn't tell her daughter about this humiliation, but her daughter wanted to know who her father was, so she told her that your father was an alien.

Indeed, she was too naive and foolish back then. Even saying that she died in a car accident was better than this excuse!

"Mommy, you're not working properly anymore!" Tiantian walked over with a pout and sat opposite her, "You're going to hand in your script tonight. How many mirror shards are there?"

An Lisha embarrassedly stretched out two fingers.

"Two?" The mission will be completed in a moment.

"Twenty …"

"Mommy!" An Sai raised her voice, "Hurry up and draw. Otherwise, this editor's auntie will definitely use a knife to chop you into pieces!"

An Lisha nodded obediently and lowered her head to draw a draft.