On the night of the reunion, it rained heavily.
Su Nian was forced into a desperate situation and knocked on Fu Chuan's door.
The man was sitting in the dark, holding a cigarette between his fingertips. Through the lingering smoke, his eyes were dimly looking at her, who was soaked all over her body.
"Miss Su, you have to have a begging attitude when asking for help."
Su Nian unbuttoned her clothes tremblingly and stepped on her dignity.
I thought it was just a transaction involving money and goods, but I didn't know that I had already fallen into his carefully woven hunting net.
He pressed forward step by step, and she had no way to retreat.
"Su Nian, your body is much more honest than your mouth."
"As long as I don't tell you to stop, you can't go anywhere."
Everyone thought that Fu Chuan hated Su Nian so much that he only kept her by his side for revenge.
It was not until later that someone saw the decisive and decisive living king of hell, holding Su Nian's hand tightly on a rainy night, as humble as an abandoned dog:
"Su Nian, don't let me go... I'll give you my life, okay?"
