When Sun Xining opened her eyes, she felt a disoriented sensation, akin to weightlessness.
Because the surroundings were so dim, she couldn't distinguish where she was at all.
Feeling as if there was a thick blanket over her, Sun Xining struggled to get up, but as soon as she moved, an excruciating pain made her cry out softly.
Triggered by the pain, her dull mind finally began to function, reminding her of the long, drawn-out night before.
The chiselled features of a handsome man with explosive muscle lines.
The fatty tissue that was pinched until it hurt and the slender waist almost twisted and broken.
And the red roses blooming together on black velvet.
And her unabashedly lifting and spreading, inviting him in...
Those vague, profound, yet stimulating fragmentary memories started flashing back in Sun Xining's mind, causing her collagen-rich face to blush slightly.
"I must be crazy..."
Sun Xining lay in bed, murmuring in a daze.
