When Lin Wan regained consciousness, the first thing she felt was a sharp pain in the back of her neck, followed by a biting chill coming from all directions.
He found himself slumped on the carpet in an extremely luxurious study room, his wrists tied roughly with a tie. In front of his eyes is a pair of shiny handmade custom-made leather shoes.
Moving up the straight trousers, he met a pair of eyes.
Those eyes were extremely beautiful, and the pupils were pure jet black, but at the moment they were like frozen cold pools, filled with undisguised disgust and murderous intent.
Lin Wan's heart suddenly shrank, and memory fragments belonging to the original owner and the plot of a novel titled "The Cold President's Contracted Pet" suddenly flooded into his mind.
He wears books. He became the cannon fodder with the same name and surname in the book who was tortured to death because he drugged the male protagonist Shen Mochen!
And now... It's the plot point of "the attempted drugging failed, and both the person and the person got the stolen goods"!
The desire to survive instantly reached its peak.
"Mr. Shen!" Lin Wan spoke in as clear and calm a tone as possible before the other party could pronounce him "death", even though her voice still trembled with pain, "I admit that I have ill intentions towards you and my behavior is bad and unforgivable!"
Shen Mochen didn't seem to expect this kind of reaction. His eyebrows moved almost imperceptibly, and his cold eyes were still locked on him.
Lin Wan took a deep breath and continued to output: "I know that I have sinned deeply and am not worthy of appearing in front of you. I promise you that as long as you let me go, I will get out of this city immediately and disappear from your eyes from now on, never to appear again! If I violate it, I will be struck by lightning!"
