Duan Yingluo was nearly in tears. She had personally been investigating the disappearance of young women, only to get kidnapped herself.
She had assumed her kidnapper would be a lecher, a pervert who preyed on women, or at the very least, a man who abducted unmarried girls to make them his brides. But...
Sitting on the wedding bed in her bridal gown, she stared at the man before her, whose mysterious mask did nothing to diminish his imposing air, and froze.
Not because she was frightened. His figure seemed strangely familiar, though she couldn’t remember where she had seen him.
“Who are you?”
Was he the pervert who abducted young girls to make them his wives?
“Your voice is loud and clear. Good, you’re not an idiot.” The man ignored her question and simply gave his own assessment.
Who’s an idiot? You’re the idiot. Your whole family’s full of idiots.
“Are you the mastermind behind the abductions?”
“Do I look like a bad person? I shouldn’t have bothered saving you.”
Saving me?
“Who are you? And how did you save me?”
The man paused at that, then replied meaningfully, “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is how you’ll thank me.”
“How can I thank you properly if I don’t know who you are?”
“Fair enough. Since it’s not the first time, then come to Tushan to thank me.”
Duan Yingluo’s eyes widened. The imposing mask, the remarkable figure, the casual tone...
“You’re the King of Tushan?”
Love to watch,
Not bad, it's my type