嘶……腰疼，牙还疼。我迷迷糊糊睁开眼，对上的是男人放大的黑眸，深邃得像夜空。眼线浓重，睫毛又长又翘，衬得那双眼睛格外危险。喉结滚动了一下，带着一丝沙哑。“醒了。”声音低沉，带着磁性，却又像裹着冰碴子，冷飕飕的。

我浑身僵着，这才意识到自己正躺在wachende上。周围布置得豪华到有点夸张，丝绸被单的触感细腻到过分，头发上好像还残留着淡淡的男士香水味，不是那种过甜的调调，是冷冽的雪松味，带着点侵略性。

我是谁？我在哪？我不是昨天还在对着电脑赶稿，结果被车撞飞了吗？难道这是天堂？怎么感觉……像是什么人花钱搭起来的布景？

等等，那谁？那个声音低沉又冷飕飕的……

我下意识地转过头，撞进一个帅哥的眸子里。嗯……帅哥是吧？五官端正，线条干净利落，皮肤白得没血色，嘴唇薄而性感的线条微微抿着，透着一股生人勿近的冷傲。

这人…… isn't he famous actor from the screen, that cold and detached god, Mr. Su? We’ve met! Or at least, I've seen his face countless times in magazines, movies, and TV dramas. His reputation as a "standard playboy who doesn't date anyone" had reached the point where even my picky sister-in-law had started keeping an eye on him.

But I’d never actually spoken to him. We’d just exchanged a polite nod or two at some industry parties.

Wait, what's going on? Why am I in his bedroom? And why do I feel like I'm wearing... wedding dress?