My name is Duan Yifan. I work as an unaffiliated operative for the Spirit Guard Bureau. My day job is bodyguard, and I moonlight as a grave repairman.
Tonight's assignment is to protect Liu Yiyi, the newly appointed president of the Liu Group.
Her file says she is 26, holds two PhDs from MIT, likes black, and hates sweet tofu pudding.
When I meet her, she is standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her office on the 88th floor, her silhouette thinner than a blade.
“Mr. Duan?” She turns around, a beauty mark beneath the corner of her eye, her voice as cold as ice wine. “I only need you for three months. The contract ends automatically after that.”
I smile, but don't tell her that three months from now, she'll be on her knees begging me not to leave.
The mind is very developed and the heroine is very beautiful in it