Shen Che blocked me against the misty glass of the bathroom, bit my earlobe and said, "Want to run away? Where on your body have I not kissed you?"
I broke up half a year ago, thinking I could escape this suffocating love.
Until we met again at the bar that night, I was drunk and unconscious, but I instinctively straddled his legs, licked the scars from his jaw, and choked out regrets.
When I woke up again, he was like crazy, sealing all my escape routes with kisses.
He is everywhere, downstairs in the office, in restaurant cubicles, and even on the other side of the screen on a video call.
He tore away my dignity as a lawyer and forced me to watch myself melting in his arms in front of the mirror.
But when the old photo of his mother slipped away, this powerful man kissed me tremblingly in my arms, tears mixed with the smell of blood.
It turned out that all his desire for control was just to keep me.
Shen Che, you win.
This ring on my toe, this body covered with your marks, has long been your trophy.
I will pay this debt for the rest of my life.
Concept: Taking pain as a step, two incomplete souls are each other's medicine.
