Lan Xin struggled to open her eyes, the pain in her neck woke her up, and at a glance she saw the huge mirror on the ceiling. In the mirror, his hands and feet were tightly imprisoned, and his body was clean, and there was no clothing.

What a pervert! I turned the ceiling into a big mirror.

She recalled the scene for a moment, and her face immediately became gloomy, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly unconsciously, and her eyelashes and lips trembled slightly.

A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: Darkness is light, and light is darkness.

She obviously acted according to the plan, but she was counted as a failure. She should be out of the house now, but she is imprisoned here.

There was a sound of twisting the handle at the door, and she subconsciously wanted to hide. When he found that he was trapped and couldn't move, a self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Awake?" N sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with half of her mouth hooked, her hands resting on her neck from bottom to top.

She looked at him calmly with those cold eyes, hiding her nervousness.

His hand tightened suddenly: "Say, who sent you?"

Her face grew redder and redder because of her poor breathing, and she couldn't say anything.

A hint of distress flashed in his eyes, and he withdrew his hand. Take the cigarette from the bedside table, sandwich it between your slender fingers, and light it.

Smoke lingered between the two.

"You should be glad that this face saved you. He narrowed his eyes and looked ahead, as if remembering something sad.

Lan Xin was thinking about the wording, how to keep herself alive. No one told her that she would fall into N's hands, and no one told her how to escape N's hands.

She was tasked with delivering the poisoned liquor to N's private room and watching N drink it. It was chronic poison, enough for her to escape.

But the plan changed, and no one informed her. Now she is alone, and life and death are only in a moment.

"I think—" her voice was too hoarse, and she cleared her throat and continued, "I want to drink saliva, okay?"

She now has to determine whether he eats soft or hard, and if she doesn't eat soft and hard, she has to think of other ways.

As the minutes ticked by, she waited nervously. Just as he was about to say something else, he extinguished the cigarette butt with his fingertips, got up and poured a glass of water.

He held her head and fed her water.

"Thank you. She pulled out a sweet smile.

He put down the glass of water and sneered: "I want to see what story you can make up to make me believe you." ”

"I'm just a waiter at the Imperial Metropolis, and our manager asked me to deliver the wine, so I don't mean to offend you. ”

"Then the manager gave me this medicine?"

She clearly knew that the wine was not sent by the manager, and if N went to check, her lie would be exposed immediately. These words are to each his own words, depending on whom he believes.

"I don't know what you mean by medicine. ”

Neither her expression nor her movements escaped his eyes, and he was neither anxious nor annoyed, just sat quietly.

"You can ask the manager for verification, I'm just on orders to deliver wine. She can only blindly pretend to be stupid, and then find a way to get herself out of this matter.

"That's a good idea. With that, he took out his phone and started calling.

She was shocked, and it was too late to put away her surprised expression. And he just caught her expression, and a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth: "You look nervous." ”

She tried to be calm and uncommitted.

He connected his phone, turned on the speakerphone, and held it up in front of her.

"Hello Mr. N, I am the manager of the Imperial Metropolitan Office. ”

"Did you ask a girl named Lan Xin to bring me wine that day?"

The manager here was pointed at a gun by two people, and his voice trembled: "Yes, she is new here, and it is a surprise for Mr. N." ”

Lan Xin breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but she didn't dare to have any expression on the surface.