C2 Shadow Emperor Tang Chen

She had a splitting headache and felt nauseous. Her limbs were weak, as if there was a heavy weight weighing a thousand kilograms on her body. This was the only feeling Lin Anan had after she gained consciousness.

She struggled to sit up on the soft mattress and leaned against the wooden bed behind her. The cold touch from the thin clothing made Lin Anan, who was in pain, gradually sober up. The moment she looked far away, she thought she saw the person in the sky.

A man was sitting on a dark red leather sofa. The simple pure shirt made him look as clean as the clouds in the sky. He revealed half of his slender arm and supported his forehead, leisurely and lazy.

The light lamp on the round table emitted a warm light, illuminating the wine glass on the table. Half of his face was hidden in the dark, except for the comfortable smile on his lips. He looked like a gentleman.

But his appearance was enough to shock Lin Anan in an instant. The answer was very simple, because she knew the person in front of her. Not only did she know him, but she had also interacted with him before.

Because he was the male lead of the script Hidden Dragon that she had spent so much effort to obtain. He was the film emperor - Tang Chen!

Why was he here? Why would the film emperor appear in the room of an unfamiliar woman who had just become an A-list celebrity?

Before she could figure out these questions, Lin Anan was so shocked that she almost forgot to breathe. Tang Chen actually walked over. Not only did he walk over, he even sat beside the bed with a gentle smile on his face. He reached out and touched her forehead!

Lin Anan felt that she must have been hallucinating.

"You finally don't have a fever. " His voice was so soft that it sounded like a sigh. It was low, hoarse, and gorgeous. Tang Chen's body, which was next to the bed, leaned forward. His delicate palm slid down from her forehead. He brushed past her face and used his fingertips to grab Lin Anan's chin. There was no strength, but it made people unable to resist. "Why did you commit suicide? Isn't it good for you to quietly be Mrs Tang?"

Lin Anan did not know how to react when she realized that this was not an illusion and when she felt the movement of his palm, she was so stiff that she did not dare to move even half a step.

It should be a gentle and caring voice between lovers, but Lin Anan felt that the delicate palm was very cold. It was like a poisonous snake slithering across her face. It seemed to be a warm and gentle voice, but it was actually cold to the bone.

"You can never return to your home at night and take drugs. But why did you choose to commit suicide?" His slightly warm fingertips suddenly increased the strength. Lin Anan instantly felt that her chin was almost not a part of her body. But his eyes slightly curved and his smile was like a gentle spring breeze. She instantly swallowed the scream that reached her mouth.

Lin Anan was at a loss in her heart and totally did not understand what was going on. But the sharp pain from her chin clearly reminded her that this was definitely not an illusion and also not a dream.

Perhaps Lin Anan's silence had angered Tang Chen, or perhaps this had no reason for Tang Chen to be angry.

But in the next second, Lin Anan did not have any extra time to think, because the fingers on her face had already slid down in an instant and tightly grabbed her neck.

Because of the drugs, her body was very thin and weak. Even her neck seemed to be much thinner than a normal person's, as if it would break with a pinch.

His fingers, which were clearly defined, were like soft chiffon attached to her neck. It was like an ambiguous caress, and the quiet room was inadvertently filled with an aura of lust.

However, in the next moment, his slender fingers grabbed her neck, and he instantly tightened his grip.

Lin Anan felt suffocated all of a sudden.

"Tang Chen, what are you doing?