"This is the price of revenge you want."
In the dark presidential suite, Fu Chengyan slowly untied his tie with one hand and approached step by step. His hot palms gradually tightened along Su Wan's waist, and he lowered his head to greedily smell the addictive cedar fragrance on her neck.
After being released from prison, Su Wan became the sharpest revenge knife in the hands of this ascetic business emperor, and also became the "soothing medicine" that he could only sleep in his arms every night.
She thought it was just a dangerous contract with money in exchange, until that night, the man held her tightly against the door as she tried to leave. The warm breath brushed the tips of her trembling ears, and her voice was full of out-of-control paranoia: "Want to escape? Su Wan, even if you go to hell, you can only be in my arms."
When the revenge came to an end and the cruel truth about the pseudo-substitute was torn apart, the sober Su Wan walked away neatly.
When they met again, the man who was once aloof and decisive trapped her in a corner in the heavy rain late at night. His eyes were scarlet, and his tall body was trembling slightly. With a heart-stopping humility, he kissed her fingertips bit by bit: "Wanwan, please... Can you use me one more time?"
