The door closed softly behind them, and a faint hum followed as the soundproofing formation activated, sealing the room from the outside world.
The quiet that settled in felt almost oppressive.
Without hesitation, Su Muyao moved to the bed and lay down, her movements stiff and deliberate.
Her hands rested at her sides, fingers curling slightly against the sheets as she tried to steady herself.
Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling a little too quickly.
Memories surfaced unbidden, fragments of Lin Feng's overwhelming presence and the sheer intensity he carried between his legs.
He was not small by any measure, but big, long, thick, and fat in a way that was impossible to forget.
It wasn't something she could easily ignore.
Just recalling it sent a chill through her body, her back tensing as a faint shiver ran down her spine.
"I hope I can get through this alive…" she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible even in the sealed room.
