Xu Zhao met a young man who was sweet and obedient, always gentle and considerate around her.
“Zhaozhao-jie, I don’t know why, but I just can’t help wanting to be close to you.”
“Zhaozhao-jie, I made you a meal. I can bring it to your office.”
She couldn’t help being charmed by his demeanor, giving him whatever he wanted.
“Zhaozhao-jie, I’m sorry. I want to kiss you. May I?”
“Sure.”
“Zhaozhao-jie, shall we go to the bedroom?”
“All right.”
“Zhaozhao-jie, I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“Mm.”
But for some reason, whenever she woke up, there were always strange bruises on her wrists, as if she had been tied up with rope;
She always felt as though eyes were trained on her from every direction, as if a ghost were watching her;
Until one day, she opened her eyes in a pitch-black room, her body aching with a dull, swollen pain.
The gaze that met hers was dark and feverishly obsessed.
“Xu Zhao, you’ll never be able to leave me again.”
“You’re mine. You always will be.”
