Playing Nice? Lord Chen's Inner Voice Is So Annoying!

I, Li Ruomeng, am just another overworked office drone. One stormy night, I smashed the side mirror of Chen Fusheng's luxury car. They call him the Living King of Hell. I thought I was done for, but then I suddenly heard the frantic scrolling thoughts beneath his icy exterior: "Aaaah, when she cries, she looks like a little bunny caught in the rain! So pitiful! I want to hug her! But what if I scare her? Damn it, why won't this rain stop? What if she catches a cold? Why isn't this stupid umbrella bigger? Does the brand have rocks for brains?!"

... Help, is this mind-reading thing for real?

Even scarier, he seems to have realized I can hear him. And he's decided that since I can hear him, I might as well stay by his side for the rest of my life and listen to him chatter.

"What are you running for?" He pins me against the wall, looking as calm as an old dog while a volcano erupts inside him: "Her eyelashes are trembling! Is she scared again? Was my tone too harsh just now? But why did she smile at that guy earlier? No, I can't take it, I'm dying of jealousy! I have to kiss her right now! If I just kiss her once, will she cry? Even if she does, I'll own it!"