The night she trapped me

This was a game born of fear. Fang Zhiyi never imagined that the woman in the bar corner, coldly staring with disdain, would shred every last path of retreat. Shen Jinyan's fingers were ice, but the grip on her wrist was like a shackle. Fang Zhiyi fled three times, each time hauled back into a deeper cage. The shadow of her stepfather was still branded into her bones, and Shen Jinyan said, I am not him. I won't take you in secret. I want you to say it yourself—you are mine.