Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

Lu Hao curled his lip. Well, his boasting had met its match.

He downed the remaining half-can of beer in one gulp, casually crushed it, and placed it among the pile of empty cans beside him. His gaze fell upon the shimmering river surface under the moonlight, and he said seriously:

"So, what's bothering you that you're drinking alone so late at night?"

"Call me Mom and I'll tell you."

Lu Hao rolled his eyes and retorted irritably, "Tell me if you want, I'm leaving."

He was too lazy to argue with this crazy woman anymore, so he got up and just as his hand touched the cold railing, Xiao Xiyue's clear and cold voice rang out.

"If you leave, I'll jump off this cliff."

Lu Hao's hand, which was resting on the railing, paused. He turned around and looked at Xiao Xiyue's solitary figure, and was amused by his own anger: "Come on, you jump and let me see."

The voice just fell.

Xiao Xiyue threw away the beer can in her hand and jumped without hesitation.

Holy crap!

Lu Hao let out a shout and instinctively lunged forward, his fingers brushing against the hem of her fluttering skirt, only to grasp at nothing.

"thump--"

A huge splash erupted on the dark river surface, engulfing the slender figure.

Lu Hao had no time to think; his body reacted before his brain could, and he jumped down without a second thought.

The icy river water enveloped his entire body, filling his mouth and nose.

"Gurgle..."

Then he suddenly realized a fatal problem—he couldn't swim at all!

The icy river water felt like countless hands, dragging him downstream.

He struggled desperately, flailing his limbs wildly, but could only watch helplessly as the water receded further and further away from him.

Done!

Could he really have died so young?

His career was just beginning, and a bright future was beckoning him. The figures he had once imagined, Su Yu, Lin Ran... flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Just as his consciousness was about to be swallowed by the boundless darkness, a soft yet powerful hand grabbed his collar and forcefully pulled his head out of the water.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

The moment the fresh air rushed into his lungs, Lu Hao burst into a violent cough. Driven by the instinct for survival, he clung tightly to the arm that was holding him, as if grasping at a straw.

If he still had the strength, he would definitely wrap his legs around it like an octopus.

His eyes, blurred by the water, were unable to see anything clearly. He could only feel a force pulling him toward the shore.

After an unknown amount of time, his hand finally touched the rocks on the shore, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He used his last bit of strength to climb ashore using both his hands and feet, lying on his back in a "spread-eagle" position, too lazy to even move a finger.

"You can't swim, yet you dare to jump in."

Xiao Xiyue's cold, panting voice rang in my ears.

Lu Hao turned his stiff neck and looked at Xiao Xiyue sitting next to him.

Her long, wet hair was casually swept to one side, and her soaked black dress outlined her shapely curves. Water droplets slid down her smooth neck and disappeared into her hollowed collarbone.

Under the moonlight, that stunning profile showed no signs of disarray, but rather possessed a breathtaking, broken beauty.

"I was just... cough... worried about you. Who knew you could swim?" Lu Hao caught his breath and complained irritably.

Xiao Xiyue turned her face and stared quietly at the man on the ground, panting heavily. Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she asked seriously, "What were you thinking when you jumped down?"

"I wasn't thinking about anything," Lu Hao said, gazing at the moon in the sky, his voice a little hoarse. "I just didn't want you to die."

"Hehe...hehehe..."

Xiao Xiyue suddenly chuckled softly, her laughter bordering on maniacal.

"Are you crazy?" Lu Hao felt his strength returning and struggled to prop himself up, looking completely bewildered.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I wasn't afraid before, but I am now."

"Come with me."

Xiao Xiyue stood up, casually straightened her skirt, climbed over the railing, ignoring the surprised looks from the fishermen in the distance, and walked on the rubber track with her still dripping clothes clinging to her body.

Lu Hao scratched his soaked head, got up, and quickly followed her, walking side by side.

A gust of river wind swept by, and Lu Hao shivered.

He turned his head and looked at the woman beside him, who was trembling but still had her back straight, and shook his head helplessly.

This woman is freezing, yet she still acts like a queen. She's even better at putting on airs than him.

Without thinking, he took off his own soaking wet coat and casually draped it over Xiao Xiyue.

Xiao Xiyue stopped and turned around to look at Lu Hao with an expression of utter disbelief: "Your coat is wet too, what use is it to me?"

"Uh..." Lu Hao's face flushed, he smiled awkwardly, and silently took his coat back.

"If you're worried about me being cold, you might as well walk faster," Xiao Xiyue said, and continued walking forward.

Hurry up?

Looking at her slender back, Lu Hao's eyes lit up, thinking that this was a good idea.

He caught up with her in a few steps, and to Xiao Xiyue's astonishment, he stretched out his arm and picked her up in his arms.

"What are you doing...?"

"Where's your car? I'll hold you, hurry up." Lu Hao tightened his arms, interrupting her exclamation.

Xiao Xiyue froze, her eyelashes, still glistening with water droplets, trembled, then a faint smile appeared on her lips as she leaned her head against Lu Hao's chest.

"Go straight ahead, and you'll reach the second intersection."

……

1902.

The public restroom door opened, and Lu Hao walked out shirtless, with only a pink towel wrapped around his lower body.

He sat down on the sofa and saw an unopened pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, so he opened it and lit one.

Leaning back against the soft sofa, he took a breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Looking back now, he realizes he was incredibly reckless.

Why did they jump down?

Fortunately, Xiao Xiyue, that crazy woman, can swim; otherwise, tomorrow there would be two swollen corpses floating on the Yongjiang River.

After finishing his cigarette, Lu Hao stubbed it out in a brand-new ashtray next to him.

He knew that Xiao Xiyue must have something on her mind, and it was definitely not a trivial matter.

The only thing that could bother her to the point of wanting to jump into the river was the messy stuff at the company.

Forget it, I'm not high enough in status or class, so I shouldn't worry about it.

Lu Hao got up and went into the kitchen. He rummaged through the cupboards and found ginger and brown sugar.

Although it was early summer, the river water was still icy cold, and having worn wet clothes all the way, it was still necessary to ward off the chill.

He hummed a little tune as he skillfully sliced ​​ginger, poured in water, added sugar, and started cooking.

Soon, a spicy and sweet aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Just then, the door to the master bedroom was pushed open.

Xiao Xiyue came out wearing a thin silk nightgown. Her long hair was half-dry and draped lazily over her shoulders, with water droplets still dripping from the ends.

As soon as she stepped outside, she smelled the aroma of ginger tea wafting in the air, and a hint of surprise flashed across her cool eyes.

His gaze then drifted to the kitchen, first landing on Lu Hao's muscular back, and then unconsciously following the smooth lines of his muscles downwards...

When Xiao Xiyue saw that flamboyant pink towel, her beautiful face changed drastically.

She screamed, "Lu Hao! That's the towel I use to wash my face!!!"