The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

I woke up from that beautiful dream before 6 a.m.

It's rare for her to wake up this early without an alarm clock.

She felt as if she had been jolted awake by the dream.

She only wanted to fantasize about men's abs and bodies in her dreams; she never thought about doing anything so intimate with a real person.

Touching his body was purely out of curiosity; she had never touched a mature man's body before, especially not the one she liked.

But that kind of intimate thing...

If it happens in a dream, it really does indicate a lack of sexual desire.

She actually wished it happened in real life, that he could kiss her however he wanted.

This dream... isn't it getting a little out of control?

She placed her hand on her heart, where her heart was pounding like a drum.

But to be fair, even in my dreams, kissing him felt... amazing!

That warm, sweet feeling, accompanied by the man's hot breath and the cool, woody scent, was truly alluring.

Why did this dream feel so real today?

The abdominal muscles I touched felt like they were actually pulsating under my palm—tight, bouncy, and hot…

I can't think about it anymore, or I'll really get a nosebleed!

Pull the blanket over your head and play dead!

……

She didn't know how long she had been pretending, but then she heard what sounded like a door opening and closing outside, followed by steady footsteps walking past her door and fading into the distance...

She pulled back the covers, listened for a while, and judged that he must have gone for a morning run.

I checked the time; it was 6:30.

His morning run takes about an hour. When he comes back after an hour, he might knock on her door and call her to have breakfast.

But she actually had that kind of dream, so how can she calmly face him?

She can't do it, at least not right now!

She would unconsciously look at his lips, then at his stomach...

Then he'll think of you as a pervert or a lecher!

Or should she slip away while he goes for his morning run?

Without hesitation, she immediately threw off the covers, got up, changed into new clothes, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

~

Meanwhile, Yan Zhixu, who was jogging downstairs, ran into Aunt Zhang, who was making breakfast.

"Good morning, young master."

"Good morning," Yan Zhixu wiped the sweat from his brow with his wristband, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and said casually, "Make breakfast for two later."

Aunt Zhang immediately gave a knowing, ambiguous smile: "I know, what kind do you want?"

Yan Zhixu thought for a moment, and seeing that she didn't seem to be feeling unwell, her stomach must be much better, so she said, "Let's have some millet porridge for the main course, and anything else is fine."

Aunt Zhang: "Then I'll fry some eggs, bacon, and potstickers, and have some fruit with them."

Yan Zhixu nodded and said, "She's still asleep, so keep your voice down and don't disturb her. If you're done and I haven't gone up yet, you can go back first."

Aunt Zhang said with a teasing smile, "That girl was upstairs last night..."

Yan Zhixu smiled, did not deny it, and ran away.

Although Aunt Zhang was very curious about what kind of girl the young master liked, she knew the rules after working in a wealthy family for so many years. After going upstairs and entering the house, she glanced at the direction of the master bedroom, smiled knowingly, and went into the kitchen.

Liang Liangwei quickly got ready, packed her belongings, and opened the door to come out.

She had just opened half the door when she suddenly saw Aunt Zhang coming out downstairs carrying a pot, which startled her so much that she quickly shrank back inside.

This lady is really early...

If she goes to the entrance, she will definitely be exposed outside the kitchen door. As long as Aunt Zhang turns her head, she will be able to see her. We can't just gamble that Aunt Zhang won't turn her head at all, can we?

Zhang Sao carefully opened a crack in the door to peek downstairs. After placing the pot on the dining table, she went back to the kitchen and brought out two empty bowls to arrange.

Then he went back into the kitchen.

what can we do about it?

She remembered how embarrassing it was when she hid her face from Aunt Zhang's last time, and now she could only think of a similar way to cover her face.

Fortunately, she had a pack of disposable masks in her bag. It had gotten colder recently, and she always wore a mask to protect herself from the wind when she went out. They came in handy in this situation.

So she took out a mask and put it on. Last time she went back to the Yan family's old house, she let her hair down, but today she tied it into a bun, trying to make it different from that day.

After she finished, she opened the door and walked out confidently.

Aunt Zhang was frying eggs when she heard the sound of a door closing upstairs. She turned off the stove and peeked out, only to see a pretty... masked girl walking out of the guest room upstairs.

She paused, surprised. Why was it from the guest room, not the main room...?

Seeing the young woman leisurely walk downstairs and head straight for the entrance, she hurriedly followed, calling out, "Hey, hey, miss, why are you leaving? Breakfast will be ready soon. Please wait for our young master to return, have breakfast before you go!"

Liang Liangwei stopped in her tracks. Although she was wearing a mask, she still covered her mouth and nose with her hand, turned around stiffly, cleared her throat, and said in a slightly lowered voice, "Hello, I have a cold and my throat is a little sore. I need to see a doctor, so I won't eat breakfast. I can just buy it outside."

Aunt Zhang: "But Young Master Zhi asked me to prepare your portion. The porridge is cooked, and the rest is being prepared as well."

If you have breakfast here, you'll have to take off your mask, or you'll definitely be recognized.

Liang Liangwei waved her hand to cover her face as she politely declined, walking towards the door: "Really, it's not necessary."

Aunt Zhang chased after him and said, "Then wait for Young Master Zhi to come back and have him take you there."

Liang Liangwei: "I've already told him."

Aunt Zhang was taken aback: "You said it? But Young Master Zhi told me..."

Liang Liangwei opened the door, turned around and waved to her again: "I'm leaving now, goodbye Aunt Zhang."

Aunt Zhang waved goodbye to her blankly, saying, "Goodbye..."

After closing the door, Liang Liangwei changed her shoes and rushed to the elevator, frantically pressing the elevator buttons.

Hurry, hurry, hurry...

The elevator was also desperately climbing up.

Finally, with a "ding," the door opened, and she quickly went inside and pressed the button for the first floor.

Inside the door, Aunt Zhang returned to the kitchen to continue frying eggs. The more she thought about it, the more something seemed off. If that girl had already made arrangements with Young Master Zhi, why didn't he call her and ask her to cook less?

He then took out his phone and called Yan Zhixu.

"Young Master Zhi, have you finished your run yet?"

Yan Zhixu: "No, there's still one more lap. What's wrong?"

Aunt Zhang: "Did the girl upstairs tell you she was leaving? Why didn't you tell me? Should I still fry these potstickers?"

Yan Zhixu was taken aback: "She didn't tell me."

Aunt Zhang thought to herself, "Oh no! I've let the girl get away!"

"Then hurry back, maybe you can still stop her, she just went downstairs!"

Yan Zhixu: "Okay, I'll be right back."

Yan Zhixu ran back as soon as she hung up the phone.

Unfortunately, he was on the side of the track furthest from the building when he answered the phone. By the time he ran back around the track, Liang Liangwei had already come out of the elevator and was walking towards the gate of the community.

The two barely missed each other.

He went back upstairs and knocked on the guest room door. He stood by the door and looked inside to make sure the person had left. He frowned slightly.

Aunt Zhang brought out the fried bacon and placed it on the dining table. Seeing him come downstairs with a frown, she blamed herself and said, "It's all my fault. I didn't keep a good eye on that girl."

Yan Zhixu smiled and said, "It's not your fault, it's my fault for not communicating well with her."

He sat down at the table and asked, "What did she say before she left?"

Aunt Zhang: "She said she had caught a cold and needed to see a doctor, and she had already told you that."

Where did we agree? They don't even have our contact information.

Yan Zhixu: "Anything else? Other aspects?"

Aunt Zhang said, "She was wearing a mask and her voice was a little hoarse. She must have caught a cold. Young Master, could you please contact her by phone and show her some concern? Girls need to be coaxed."

Yan Zhixu nodded slightly, without mentioning that they didn't have each other's contact information: "I understand."

"I won't fry the potstickers."

"Ah."

Aunt Zhang went back to the kitchen.

Yan Zhixu held her phone, found Yan Bei'an's number, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't call.

He had no legitimate reason for asking his nephew for his girlfriend's phone number first thing in the morning.

A feeling of irritation rose within me, and I threw my phone on the table.

I regretted not giving her my WeChat ID for the first time, so now I can't even contact her!