I'm the domineering CEO's canary, but I've decided to do nothing.
After all, who could resist a domineering CEO who's 183 centimeters tall, has an eight-pack, a peerless face, and is devoted to one person?
Only after being reborn did I learn that I was the heroine of an old-fashioned tragic romance.
The kind where I run, he chases, I die, and he regrets it.
The story has just begun. Ming Zejing, the domineering CEO, has "taken me by force" and locked me in his villa.
He undoes the buttons on his shirt, revealing his tempting collarbones and abs.
Then he takes off his tie and binds my wrists with it.
I gasp. "A melon picked before it's ripe won't be sweet."
Ming Zejing gives me a sinister look and whispers in my ear, "Lin Shuyue, an unripe melon may not be sweet, but it'll quench your thirst."
I swallow and curl my lips into a smile.
If we're going to make things this exciting, we might as well see it through.
So I look into his eyes, lean closer, and suddenly kiss him on the lips.
"Big brother, the melon may not be sweet, but I am."
