Along with the disgusting voice, Yang Han's wrinkled face also appeared.

Shen Ci, who had no way to resist, was taken to a private room in a teahouse by Yang Han's men.

As the door closed, only Yang Han and Shen Ci were left in the room.

Shen Ci moved away from Yang Han, his eyes alert and his whole body in a defensive posture.

Yang Han, on the other hand, seemed relaxed and was pouring tea by herself.

"Xiao Ci, don't be afraid. Come and sit down. Let's talk slowly while we drink tea."

The door was locked from the outside and there was no way out.

Shen Ci frowned and thought of a solution.

He gestured, "What on earth do you want from me?"

Yang Han took a sip of tea, smiled, and looked at Shen Ci's beautiful face with a bit of vulgarity on her expression.

"Xiao Ci, do you know how hard I've been looking for you?" Ever since Shen Ci and the others left the ruined temple, Yang Han has been sending people to look for them. As the time for the storytelling competition draws closer, she becomes more and more anxious.

If possible, she still wanted Shen Ci's storybook. Only Shen Ci's storybook could give her enough confidence to win a good ranking in the competition.

Now, she finally found it.

"Xiao Ci, don't you know what I'm going to do? I told you last time that I wanted you to write another storybook for me. I wanted you to marry me so that I could give you a beautiful and happy life. But why didn't you listen? I cared so much about you, but you left." Yang Han looked deeply hurt.

"Now, Xiao Ci, I'm asking you again, will you agree to marry me?"

Shen Ci didn't expect that Yang Han, who was rejected by him, had not given up that idea. Looking at the evil in her eyes, Shen Ci felt goose bumps all over his body and felt very nauseous.

[No matter what the conditions are, I will not agree to your request.] Without thinking, Shen Ci refused again.

Yang Han didn't get angry, but smiled: "It doesn't matter, you will be willing to do it later."

Shen Ci was puzzled, what did Yang Han mean by this?

"Don't you smell anything?" Yang Han said with a smile.

Shen Ci was suddenly awakened, his eyes falling on the burning incense burner in the box, from which came waves of fragrance.

Shen Ci only felt that his body was becoming weaker and weaker.

He originally thought that his weakness was caused by his body fever, but he didn't expect Yang Han to give him medicine.

Yang Han stood up and looked at the young man leaning weakly against the wall with a flushed face. She couldn't help swallowing.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

Chen Ci was prettier than her maidservant and the young waiters in the waiter house.

She must get him today.

As long as she gets him, Shen Ci will have to marry her no matter how reluctant she is.

As long as you marry her, you must write this storybook, after all, you are helping your wife.

The idea in Yang Han's mind was very beautiful, and she couldn't wait to pounce on Shen Ci.

Shen Ci bit the tip of his tongue and dragged his body to avoid it with difficulty.

He even picked up something nearby and threw it at Yang Han.

If it was normal times, Shen Ci would not be afraid of facing Yang Han one-on-one.

But now, Yang Han drugged him, he was weak and trapped in the box, he was no match for Yang Han at all.

Am I going to be bullied by Yang Han today?

No, he doesn't want to.

If it really comes to that, he would rather die.

Yang Han was in a good mood, like a cat teasing a mouse, watching the boy hiding here and there, she felt very happy and psychologically satisfied.

But when Shen Ci hit her arm with the teapot and her arm was burned, Yang Han's face changed.