It struck Wen Ying then: the world had gone mad. And Huo Xingzhou right along with it. She slowly drew her hand back, taking a small step away. “We should eat first. The food’s getting cold.” Wen Ying tried to dart towards the living room, but a hand clamped around her arm. Huo Xingzhou’s arm snaked around her waist, and he swept her effortlessly onto the bed. Staring up at the man looming over he