林小糖脑子还是懵的，眼珠子瞪得老大， proceeds to look at the huge, black helicopter hovering right above her tiny apartment building. The rotor wash was so strong it was rattling the windows, making the cheap table legs she sat on creak like they were about to snap.

"Okay, okay, you're here," she whispered, pointing a shaky finger. The doors on the helicopter swung open, and a figure in a tailored suit stepped out. All six feet of him filled the doorway, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable but undeniably intense. He had that air about him, the kind that screams 'important' even before he opens his mouth. Like a movie star who just walked off the set, but way less relaxed and way more ... possessive? Maybe that was just the pilot staring awkwardly, clutching a coffee cup that now looked suspiciously like it had just been disturbed.

"Are you Lin Xiaoting?" he asked, his voice low and deep, sending a weird shiver down her spine. The way he said 'Xiaoting', like he was tasting the name. Oof.