"Love is a poison carefully woven by the prisoner, but he took it as sweet as sugar and fell into the abyss."
Pei Zheng, a cold-blooded tycoon, encountered an 'accident' and was saved by a pair of wet and cold eyes. He brought young Shen Yao home, thinking that he had picked up the fragile Bai Yue who had fallen into the mortal world. Little did he know that this was an undercurrent of reunion that had been planned for ten years.
The warm and watery perfumer is his medicine to heal the cold world, and it is also the knife that quietly cuts open his trust. When Pei Zheng was indulging in the bone-eroding lingering and suffocating possession, Shen Yao stared coldly: "It's almost time, Mr. Pei, when your empire collapses, this will be the beginning of my happiness. "
Behind the scenes, the mysterious lady Han Mengli caressed the chessboard, her red lips raised: "Good children, the deeper you love, the more broken you will be. " She took control of everything, turning her two hot bodies into the sharpest blades in her game of power.
The forced kiss under the fireworks at midnight, the lingering temptation in the bathroom, the desperate tears in front of the hospital bed and the sharp knife held out from behind... When the dusty memories are torn apart bloody, is the beloved actually the descendant of the enemy who destroyed the family? "Yao Yao, with your revenge, have you even forgotten the year when we depended on each other and was engraved in my bones? "
He is the canary in front of the floor-to-ceiling window where the CEO is imprisoned, and he is also the firework of revenge that burns up each other, only to pull him down. In this deadly game, who dares to show his sincerity first? "I can't afford to lose. "
