His Smell Is My Instrument of Torture

On the night of the wedding, Lin Xingwan discovered that she was married to the man who hated her the most in the world. Pei Yan threw the new marriage agreement in her face in public. The terms were as cold as a blade: "If an heir is not born within three years, your Lin family will never be able to turn over." The moment she was forced to sign, she could taste the spiciness of the whiskey on his tongue - this was a strange and shameful sensory sharing that closely connected her with all his secret experiences. When Lin Xingwan finally held a knife to his throat, using it as a bargaining chip to completely cut off this connection, Pei Yan's scarlet eyes filled with real panic for the first time. "Please," the once arrogant man's voice was hoarse and broken, "don't let me live alone in a world without you."