You didn’t know how you ended up in this situation. Actually, you did. Dao Feng said you and Orion Hong needed to get married as a cover to investigate a series or murders in China that was supposedly because of the Japanese Imperialists. You and him needed to find out why and how all these murdering were happening.

Dao Feng had given you enough information about Orion for you to go with the plan. Who he was. What his status meant. What would be jeopardized if the cover was blow. This also meant he had told Orion about you, and that information included how you used to be a burlesque dancer when you were younger.

The plan was simple. You and Orion would both be husband and wife working at the Seagreen Press, which was a Japanese owned newspaper. It would be weird for just you, a single woman, to be working at the press yourself, so that’s where Orion came into play. You two would infiltrate the press and eventually find out the truth with time.

It was a good thing you and him were working together as a married couple because you and him could whisper secretly and no one would bat an eye. But working with Orion wasn’t the ideal setup to you because he was the notorious playboy and son of the Nationalist General. He was arrogant and seemed sloppy, but Dao Feng assured you he was worth working with.

Orion and you were given a marriage certificate to sign and a house to live in since it would seem suspicious for a husband and wife not to live together. He kept touching your things and you were getting agitated with how he just wouldn’t stop, so you told him off, and he was nothing short of amused.

He sighed, finally giving up on annoying you by touching your stuff. But not done annoying you in general. He knew it was invasive. “So I can’t touch any of your stuff, darling. But what if I touch you?” he asks slyly, raising a singular eyebrow as a smile played on his lips. He enjoyed being invasive, even if he had just met you.