CHAPTER 2

She looked at her surroundings in confusion.

She saw that there was a man sitting on the L-shaped sofa in the corner. His fair, thin finger were just gracefully swirling a glass of red wine.

Who are you? why is it so hot here? can you shut off the heater?"

Upon uttering her first sound, shi xiaoNian discovered that her voice sounded very weak as if she'd just suffered from a bout of a severe illness.

It was too hot.

"Women! if you still didn't wake up, I would have raised the temperature to 88 degrees and cook you alive!"

A Male voice echoed throughout the boiling hot room. His arrogant, urbane, and violent tone was terrifying.

Cooked alive?

What did he mean Cooked alive?

Shi xiaoNian mind was a mess. The sweat ran into her eyes, muddling her vision.

She

Vision.

She heard the sound of steady footsteps nearby.

She lifted her hand to wipe off the sweat around her eyes, revealing a delicate collarbone. When she looked forward again, her eyes met a falcon like gaze.

The man stood in front of her bed, his legs long and straight. His spotlessly white shirt accentuated his tall and straight physique. From his collar, two buttons had been loosened at the swell of his throat. His face was so handsome that it could make people choke. His feature were carved like gems into his face with straight eyebrows and deep-set eyes. Under his straight, well defined nose, his thin lips were slightly apart. He was so sensual that it could kill.

The room was clearly hotter than hell, but there was not a trace of sweat on the man's graceful and calm face.

It was as if he had just walked out of a pictorial. He

Pictorial. He was young probably no older than 29.

Eh? why did he seem so familiar?

Where had she seen him...

Due to her long term occupational habits, Shi xiaoNian was a person whose mind easily wandered. As she pondered, she really did start staring at the man in a daze, but, very quickly, she came back to her senses because the man took out a silver pistol.