"Ahh! Who are you? Leave me alone." I screamed as I was grabbed from behind. I attempted to peel off my assailant's hand from my face. The hand remained firmly over my eyes as a cloth was put against my nose. I had watched enough films to know not to inhale it but I couldn't hold my breath for long. I inhaled lightly and held my breath again. I sensed my assailant getting impatient and before I knew it I was elbowed in my stomach."Oof, don't damage her. The boss wan

Xu Yan loved Bo Mingchen deeply, and the whole South City knew it, from the age of seventeen to twenty-two. Two years of marriage left her broken, and he aborted their child with his own hands, which made her lose all hope. All the joy was worn away by him. Hearing about love, nine out of ten are sad; hearing about the past, nine out of ten are sad. Who is the cinnabar in whose heart?

After three years of marriage, her husband never touched her. Later, a strange man broke into her world and sent her the room number, "Room 2805, I'll wait for you." She witnessed her husband making love with someone else, but the man said to her, "Want revenge? I'll help you!" She divorced him and threw herself into his arms. However, there was an unknown secret hidden behind this marriage. He was like poison, and from then on, they depended on each other for life and death.

A 16-year-old girl is standing at the altar and shaking like a leaf, her eyes holding fear and a plea as they collide with the harsh and vengeance-filled steel blue eyes of the man standing on the other side of the veil,  just centimeters away from her. A palpitating hand on her shoulder brings her back to reality as she turns to face her aunt who is assuring her weakly to say no and run away with them. A tear cascades down her rosy cheeks and with a heavy heart, she looks away and inhales a dee

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat o