Wearing a cheap but clean wedding dress, Shen Zhiyi was pushed into the master bedroom that was rumored to have never been entered by anyone.
The man in the wheelchair had his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, half of his face hidden in the shadows. He didn't even look at her, and his voice sounded like ice:
"Shen Zhiyi, I only want to say three things. First, this marriage is a transaction, don't expect any feelings. Second, your scope of activities is only the first floor and your room. Third -"
He finally turned around and his eyes slowly swept across her face:
"Don't touch me."
