She is his only "antidote", and he is her destined disaster.
Twenty-five-year-old Lin Nuannuan is a young painter struggling to make ends meet. In order to raise money for repairs to the orphanage, she accepted a mysterious privately-customized painting, but accidentally broke into the restricted area of Binhai City's commercial emperor, Murong Hanxiao.
Murong Hanxiao, the cold-blooded head of FC International Consortium. He is as handsome as a god, but as cold as a devil; he sits on a trillion-dollar empire, but suffers from an incurable "contact phobia" - anyone's touch will cause him to suffer asphyxiation.
Until Lin Nuannuan's hand gently fell on his shoulder.
No pain, no fear. Only a warm current instantly soothed all the anxiety he had suffered for twenty years.
"I need you." He looked at her condescendingly, as if he was announcing a deal, "Be my antidote. One month, five million."
A contract binds two very different people together. She is his "personal therapist," healing his fears with touch three days a week. He is her "financier" and pays her a huge sum of money every month that she will never earn in her lifetime.
At first, it was just a cold deal.
But when she fell asleep peacefully in his arms, when he cooked noodles for her for the first time; when he wanted to protect her even if he offended the entire business world, when she discovered that there was an unhealable childhood trauma hidden under his cold appearance...
The phrase "I need you", I don't know when it turned into——
"Lin Nuannuan, I only want you in this life."
