The director smiled as he patted the young man's cheeks as if he were a lover. If it weren't for the glint of madness flowing from his eyes, Yu Weimin would have been misled by this person.
He averted his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress his turbulent emotions. At this moment, he could even smell the perfume the director had applied to himself before coming closer to him.
His heartbeat quickened again as he cursed in his heart. He finally opened his mouth and said, "Don't come closer."
"Otherwise?" The director bent over and deliberately put his lips against the young man's ears, brushing the soft earlobe. "What are you going to do with your hands tied?"
Yu Weimin's heartbeat quickened again as he struggled to move.
Clink.
Clink.
The voice of metal cuffs clashing against the table echoed in the room, but it didn't help the young man break out of them. Finally, he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
