The Captive Game

Mo Shaonan, known as a playboy who can’t resist a pretty face, is always surrounded by women. Shen Mingrui is just as socially adept. All it takes is a crook of his finger, and beautiful women come running. They attend the same university, but never once spoke to each other. Then one day, no one knew who made the first move, and they became more than friends but not quite lovers. “What happened to you being my wife?” Shen Mingrui looked at Mo Shaonan, who frowned in displeasure, and gave a derisive laugh. Mo Shaonan looked back at him with amusement. A lazy smile played across his impossibly handsome face. “Are you going to try or not? If you won’t, I’ll find someone else.” He started to get up. “Who said I wouldn’t?” Before Mo Shaonan could refuse, Shen Mingrui pounced on him, taking what he wanted. Years passed, and their on-again, off-again relationship continued, but things slipped out of control. With red-rimmed eyes and a cold stare, Mo Shaonan said, “Let me go.” Shen Mingrui’s smile turned cruel. “Want to leave? Where would you go? You, Mo Shaonan, are never getting away from me.” What began as a casual game spiraled completely out of control.