A Balcony Kiss! The Agreement Never Said Anything About Tongues

To escape the deadly obsession of a deranged pursuer, Lin Wan hastily signed a marriage-of-convenience agreement.

Outside the civil affairs bureau, she squeezed her eyes shut, steeled herself, and took the arm of her masked “contract husband.” “Pleasure doing business with you!”

It wasn't until she opened the marriage certificate that she saw it:

The spouse field bore the name Zhou Yan Chen!

The living devil who made the wealthy tremble, and her sworn enemy's own uncle!

That evening, a key to a luxury apartment was tossed in front of her.

The man's gaze on the video call was as deep as an abyss. “Mrs. Zhou, Clause Three of our agreement: be there whenever I call.”

She thought it was all just an act, until at a Zhou family banquet he pinned her against the balcony and kissed her deeply.

As their lips and teeth entwined, she protested in a trembling voice, “The agreement never said you could use your tongue!”

Zhou Yan Chen brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth, stained with blood. “Then we'll add a clause: if you don't cooperate, I'll punish you for the rest of your life.”