"唔...头好痛..."唐小柠迷迷糊糊地嘟囔一声，眼皮重得像灌了铅似的，挣扎着想抬起来，却失败地皱了皱眉，又沉沉睡过去。耳边是叽叽喳喳的说话声，还有好几个陌生的声音在呼唤她，但太吵了，吵得她头疼欲裂。

" Stir her up, Zhang San! Boss said she can't keep sleeping like this!"

一个带着口音的声音喊道，紧接着是用力推她肩膀的声音。

"哎哟！干嘛啊！"唐小柠猛地惊醒，睡眼惺忪地睁开眼，映入眼帘的是几张熟悉又陌生的脸。

她揉了揉太阳穴， memories like fragments started to flicker back into place. She had been involved in a car accident, then woken up in an unfamiliar place - this luxurious mansion she now called home.

At the center of the room stood a man who was like a mountain in her previous life. He was tall and imposing, with a commanding presence that made even the strong men around him seem insignificant. His cold demeanor was like a glacier, making people instinctively want to avoid him. But here he was, holding her hand, his eyes filled with an unusual tenderness.

" You're awake, little brat." His voice was deep and resonant, like a low bass note.

" Lao Ba..." she mumbled, pulling him closer. The man's icy aura melted away around her, replaced by a warmth that was foreign but comforting.