Chapter Two: My Lawful Husband

A sliver of morning sun had touched his coat, scorching the cloth and blistering the skin beneath. Zhiwei dragged him inside, shut the door, and closed every curtain with the speed of someone containing an imminent crisis. He staggered against the wall. He was tall, yet deliberately kept his body from touching hers. “Thank you.” “Explain first.” She pressed the fruit knife to his side. “I woke in an abandoned theater on South Huai Street. I remember my name and that you kissed me. The rest is locked away. I cannot disobey an order directly related to our contract, and I cannot travel more than one hundred meters from you.” “I never kissed you.” “You kissed the cookie.”