In front of others, Lin Wan was a weak and vulnerable little girl, until the drunk who harassed her died in the alley.
The sticky and cold sense of voyeurism follows me day after day. She should have been afraid, but she tasted a hint of secret excitement in her trembling - this game with her as its prey seemed to have more interesting rules.
Behind the scenes, the gloomy, surly and unattainable master of the Jiang family was leaning against the cold wall, his Adam's apple rolling. He had always been the hunter who controlled everything, but now he was pinned to the spot by the warmth of her fingertips.
"I found you." She looked up and smiled, her eyes reflecting his suddenly shrinking pupils.
It turns out that the top hunters always enter the scene as prey. And in this morbid hunt, she was not the prisoner from the beginning.
