When I woke up again, my mind went blank, as if it had been cut off.

I struggled to sit up from the bed and reached out to search for the switch of the bedroom light.

A force of gravity pressed me down, and a familiar coolness enveloped me.

"When we were at the airport, why did you push me away before I finished speaking?"

The man's voice sounded a little aggrieved, "The second half of my sentence was: Welcome to hell, my dear sister!"

The indoor light suddenly turned on, and I looked at the air-tight walls and the instruments on the table, trembling all over.

I used all my strength to push off Song Qingci who was on top of me and asked, "What do you want to do? Where am I?"

He raised an eyebrow and casually replied, "As you can see, from now on, you belong to me alone, Ji Yang."

After saying that, he eagerly bent down to kiss my neck.

When I looked up, all I saw was the flickering yellow light of the ceiling lamp, giving off an eerie glow.

Song Qingci is just crazy!

...

During the time I was imprisoned, I lost contact with the outside world.

Every day, I could only walk and daydream in this small room, without even a window to look outside.

I pulled hard on the iron door locked by Song Qingci, praying that one day he would forget to lock it.

But the sturdy and tightly closed iron door made me realize that escaping through this door was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

Every few days, he would come over and bring me some food and necessities, holding me and showing concern.

I looked at his infatuated eyes and the murmured words from his mouth, "Yang Yang, it's my fault for not protecting you."

"Baby, don't be afraid, I'm here."

I knew it, he had another episode and mistook me for Zhao Changyang!

But in order to avoid further stimulating him and getting hurt myself, I pretended to be calm, only cursing his ancestors hundreds of times in my heart.