The Great Lai took two deep breaths. He would never tell anyone that he had an iron fist choking his neck, his hands and feet bound. Never in his twenty-four years had he felt every organ inside him, including his guts, twist into knots from extreme rage and frustration. His arms struggled violently twice, only to find himself more tightly confined. He really wanted to close his eyes and imagine it was just a dream!
Then he would bite down, shattering the dream, and wake up to take a relaxing bath!
It's really pointless to talk about this expensive training room and himself, it would only bring tears!
Let's talk about another person!
The only single sofa in the room—luxurious, comfortable, draped with a burgundy cushion—really was the most luxurious custom-made single sofa he'd ever ordered, where he sat comfortably thinking of the person he'd been obsessed with for months.
