On the day of graduation, my father said he would take me to Myanmar to work as a translator, with an annual salary of one million.
Only when I arrived did I realize that I was a gift given to the "King of Myanmar".
His name is Fu Siyan. He is of Chinese and Burmese descent. He is 1.9 Meters tall. He is powerful and ruthless.
He held my chin and looked at me, as if he was looking at a piece of merchandise.
"It looks okay." He said, "Then just stay.
I was afraid of him, scared of him, and tried my best to escape. But he caught me again and again, held me in his arms, and coaxed me in a low voice: "Meisheng, don't run away, the whole Miancang belongs to me, where are you going to run away?" "
I thought he just liked how clean I was and how submissive I was. Until he stood up for me and gave up half of his country for me. Only then did I realize that this was not imprisonment, but his all-out preference.
"You can obviously let me go. He clasped my waist tightly, his eyes scarlet: "Let you go?" I use the prison as a job and the rest of my life as a stake, how could I let you go? "
