"Since you're awake, go ahead and sign it!"
The moment Jiang Xinli opened her eyes, she was confronted by a handsome man with black panther ears. He furiously slammed a divorce agreement down in front of her.
One moment, she was auditioning for a new show in the rain; the next, she was struck by lightning. Now, she was utterly baffled. 'Did I walk onto the wrong set?'
She slowly lifted her gaze and scanned her surroundings.
She found herself in an unfamiliar, sparsely furnished room.
The room was cold and damp. The faint, pungent smell of sulfur crept into her nose.
She looked down at herself. The ancient prison uniform, soaked through with rain, was gone. In its place was a long, black, sexy silk dress.
And on her left wrist, a silver-white fitness tracker she'd never seen before glowed with a faint, cold light.
"This is..." Jiang Xinli reached up to gently rub her still-dazed head. Her gaze drifted to the furious man across from her, who was staring daggers.
His features were sharp and handsome, like a meticulously carved sculpture.
However, his orange-red eyes were cold and fierce, filled with undisguised hostility as he glared at her.
Her eyes traveled down. He wore a metal collar, and the black leather clothing he had on was scandalously sparse.
His firm eight-pack, broad shoulders, lean waist, alluring V-lines, and long, straight legs were all on full display...
Jiang Xinli couldn't help but stare. Only then did she notice that his exposed skin was a crisscrossing canvas of scars, old and new, shallow and deep. It was a shocking sight!
She swallowed hard, thinking to herself:
'Walking onto the wrong set is one thing... but what's with the cosplay and this whole non-con scene?'
'Am I dreaming?'
'But it's not even spring...'
"Jiang Xinli, stop playing dumb!" Seeing her spaced out, Black Panther Ye Kuo's orange eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Like a lit powder keg, he slammed his fist on the table—THUMP! The surface shuddered violently. "Today, you either get a divorce, or you become a widow!"
"Divorce?" Jiang Xinli's face was a mask of confusion.
'But I've never even been married.'
Jiang Xinli pinched herself—hard. A sharp, piercing pain shot through her, and she couldn't help but shudder.
That confirmed it: this wasn't a dream!
"A divorce? Count me in," a cold voice suddenly echoed from the dark hallway.
CLICK-CLACK, CLICK-CLACK. The sound of footsteps, one after another, sent a chill down the spine and made the hair on one's arms stand on end.
Jiang Xinli felt a sudden, bone-chilling coldness creep up her back, as if a pair of invisible hands were slowly crawling up her spine.
In less than three seconds, Green Snake Xuan Ying had materialized behind her like a ghost.
He leaned down slightly. His hands, covered in Ice Blue Snake Scales, rested gently on her shoulders. His touch was cold and slick.
His ice-blue, slitted pupils narrowed to a razor's edge. He leaned close to her ear and whispered a threat like a Demon:
"If you don't want a taste of my fangs, you'll sign my divorce papers, too."
His voice was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue—HISS—exuding an unspeakable chill and danger.
Jiang Xinli's back went rigid. Before she could turn, a handsome face, half-obscured by a curtain of straight, ice-blue hair, entered her field of vision.
He was shockingly handsome, but the effect was ruined by the single ice-blue, slitted pupil that stared at her. It was bone-chillingly cold, deep and distant.
One glance was all it took for Jiang Xinli to feel as if she were plummeting into a frozen abyss from which there was no escape.
She maintained a calm facade, but a sliver of fear and panic inexplicably bloomed in her heart.
"I'm sorry, but you two—" She took a quiet, deep breath, deciding it was best to be polite until she could figure out what was going on.
"Sorry?" Across from her, Ye Kuo looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to Xuan Ying. "Xuan Ying, did you hear that? She actually said she's sorry?!"
"Hah," Xuan Ying scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain and mockery. He slapped another divorce agreement on the table. His deep voice was heavy with pressure. "Sign mine first."
The words had barely left his mouth when the glass door to the kitchen on the left slid open with a WHOOSH.
A handsome, elegant man with an air of nobility and a head of curly golden hair walked steadily toward Jiang Xinli, a glass of water in his hand.