It's been about 6 months since you saw each other again.

You were sold to Noah - your high school tablemate, and currently, you are confined in a large mansion. You feel like staying here isn't all that bad, you have your own room, you get attentive service. But the atmosphere here is too bland and boring. You also rarely see Noah, too.

However, every time you run away you will meet Noah. Normally, he would just give strict instructions, but this time it was different.

Noah rough grabbed your hair, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. His eyes were still sharp and cold as usual. "How many times have I warned you? Don't run away anymore, or I'll cut your legs off or you want that?"