On the night when Nan Yan was forced to marry the rumored Living Hell King Zhan Xiye, she almost died at his hands.
He was dismissive of her, treating her like a plaything.
She attacked him in every possible way and looked at him like a small prey.
The two agreed that the wedding date would be three months, and when the time came, they would be fine.
In the end, he regretted his move and threw her into the wolf cage, "With so many little vests on you, where do you want to run to?"
Later, she escaped.
He looked at Nan Yan, who was tied up in the co-pilot's seat of the plane, with fierce eyes, "Tell me! Will you live with me or die with me?"
Nan Yan, "Then let's die together?"
Zhan Xiye was reluctant to leave, with red eyes, "Yanyan, can you not leave me?"
Nan Yan smiled, "Young Master Zhan, can't you afford it?"
Until one day, when Nan Yan was lying in the desert and looking at the starry sky, she vaguely saw the man's evil face, "Aye, I miss you so much."
Zhan Xiye curled his lips, "Yanyan, I'm here. Can you give me a status today?"
