When I woke up again, it was on Zhou Yan's sofa.

I saw the wedding photo of Zhou Yan and his wife hanging on the wall.

Enduring the discomfort in my neck, I struggled to get up.

My wrist felt increasingly tight, with a faint trace of pain.

I tried to pull my hand out, only to realize that my right hand was locked to the sofa leg with a pink toy handcuff.

Zhou Yan heard my voice and walked out from the kitchen.

He was carrying a bowl of shredded pork noodles and placed it in front of me.

Without looking at me, he simply took out a small key, unlocked the handcuff on my wrist, and tossed it onto the sofa.

"Eat," he said.

After speaking, Zhou Yan reached into his pocket, took out an unopened pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and lit it.

Immediately after, he began to cough violently.

His coughing reminded me of my ex-husband when he was drunk and about to get violent with me.

Reacting instinctively, I moved a long way to the side, making defensive gestures as I dodged.

When I realized I wasn't facing my ex-husband, I awkwardly forced a bitter smile.

To ease the awkwardness, I quickly lowered my head, picked up the chopsticks, and grabbed a bite of noodles.

However, when I saw the shredded pork floating in the bowl, I couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Zhou Yan was very silent today, not mentioning a word about my attempted escape last night.

Seeing that I was feeling nauseous, he calmly told me that there were frozen dumplings in the fridge and I could cook them myself.

I shouldn't have gone.

As soon as I opened the fridge door, a small leg that was just starting to freeze rolled out and landed on my foot.

Cold air emanated from it, the icy touch spreading around my foot, overshadowing the pain of being hit.

Terrified, I screamed and jumped to the side.

Maybe when I jumped away, I accidentally hit the fridge door.

A whole pile tumbled out all at once.

Staring at the arm on top, the hair on it was dense, it seemed to be male.