There was a sick young master in the Xie family. He was said to have died young, but in fact he was imprisoned in Hanyuan for thirteen years.
Everyone said he wouldn't live long until he named a permanent worker.
On the day we signed the deed, he pressed my hand to sign. His fingertips were as cold as snow, but his eyes were frighteningly hot: "From now on, you are mine, and I have the final say whether you live or die."
I thought it was just a master-servant contract.
But he would hold my hand tightly in the middle of the night when he was coughing up blood. He would get jealous when others looked at me for a second, and he would shout with red eyes "Whoever dares to touch him, I will destroy his entire clan" after I blocked the knife for him.
Later I found out that he didn't want a servant.
He wants someone who can pull him out of the darkness.
Crazy criticizes the possessive young master who is sick and weak
Sign a deed to be a slave, draw a pledge to be an oath. He is my disaster and my return.
Reader comments
It's light, but very sour.
I hope the two little bitter gourds have a happy ending.
It's light, but very sour. I hope the two little bitter gourds have a happy ending.