What is a disaster?
This is a disaster.
Just when you think you've successfully escaped from the wolf's den, you find yourself in a tiger's lair.
An Yeran was beginning to feel utterly despondent.
She had been locked up in a white room for two days.
The iron chain on her wrist glared with blinding light under the stark whiteness, threatening to blind anyone who laid their eyes on it.
God damn it.
"Crunch, crunch."
An Yeran was gnawing at a chocolate bar, biting it viciously as if it were Shen Mo's head.
She glared coldly at the elegantly posed young man leaning against the door frame before her.
If gazes could be turned into knives, he would have been sliced to pieces by now.
She had no idea what drug had been administered in the room. It was colorless and odorless, but it had left her powerless.