As they walked towards Yin Lian's residence, a dark premonition settled in Feng Xiaoyu's stomach.
The opulent doors of Yin Lian's mansion slid open to receive them. Inside, the air hung heavy with a seductive scent of incense, further amplifying the unsettling tension that followed their return. Wang Jian, his hold on Feng Xiaoyu firm, strode through the silent halls, Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin trailing behind like phantoms.
They arrived at a secluded wing, the ornately carved doors leading to Wang Jian's private chambers. With a flick of his wrist, the doors swung open, revealing a luxurious bedroom bathed in the soft glow of moonstones. Without a word, he deposited Feng Xiaoyu onto the plush silk sheets, the impact sending a jolt through her already strained body.