I'm Dying, and the Female CEO Doesn't Know

In the tenth year of my relationship with Yan Qing, I thought we were no longer lovers, just a superior and subordinate bound by a contract. But after she got drunk and lost control, she called my name again and again in front of her coworkers. She wanted me to take her home, then used a game of Truth or Dare to force me to answer whether I still had feelings for her. Did it matter? I could no longer indulge her in these childish games. Because I was going to die.