At the premiere, a crazed fan rushed onstage to present Yao Ziqian with flowers, then pulled out a dagger.
I reacted in a flash and threw myself in front of him, taking the fatal blow.
When I woke up again, Yao Ziqian was sitting by my bedside.
I thought he’d at least ask how I was feeling.
But the moment he saw my eyes open, he kissed me without a word and began unbuttoning my hospital gown.
“Ah!”
A sharp pain throbbed from the stab wound in my lower abdomen, and I grimaced.
Yao Ziqian didn’t care at all.
He whispered to me as if granting me a favor:
“Since you saved my life, I’ll grant you this final moment of tenderness.”
