On a rainy night, Zhao Wanwan mistakenly broke into the "Golden Cage" of a top club and ran into the arms of Gu Xingzhou, a paranoid man who covered the sky with his hands. He grabbed her chin, possessiveness surging in his scarlet pupils: "Now that you're here, don't even think about escaping."
She is a part-time painter struggling at the bottom, and he is the feared "living king of hell" in the business world. With a contract, she became the canary in his cage, and her neck was branded with a unique mark. He broke her paintbrush and tore her pride to pieces, but when she cried, he clumsily wiped her tears with a custom-made suit; he monitored all her whereabouts, but when she was in danger, he transformed into a hellish Shura and stepped on the thorns.
"Gu Xingzhou, what do you want?" She trembled in the suffocating embrace.
The man buried his head in the crook of her neck, his voice as hoarse as seduction: "I want to lock you up so that you can only have me in your eyes, heart, and life."
