It was as if the flashes of memory instantly covered her mind: Him, on the bed, above the naked woman whose mouth seemed to have stretched beyond what she could fit, given the girth of that veiny, dirty, big lump of flesh between his legs.
With lips parted, as if skin trying to give space for his thing which was leaking several fluids on her chin.
'!'
As if those memories, rather than in her mind, were playing in front of her, sparking as her body flinched.
'He... he elevates them through... that?'
Panic hinted at the edges of her mind, subtle and cold, like fingers of frost creeping up her spine. This man possessed power beyond comprehension, turning intimacy into ascension.
Her ambitions felt fragile, breakable, in the face of it.
Tianlong ignored her flinch entirely, his focus on Jia as he approached the bed. Arriving as he halted just above near her, standing while giving a soft smile though his eyes seemed to look somewhere else as he said, "It looks stable."
