The room was bare, with only the faintest hint of a breeze. It felt unsettlingly cold. Gao choked back a gasp and moved slowly towards the wall where a metal box sat. His fingers brushed its edge when suddenly, a forceful grip shot out from behind, clamping around his waist. He couldn't even scream before being lifted off his feet in an instant, tossed onto the bed with dizzying speed.,A man's five senses are profound, each meticulously crafted to perfection. His sword-like eyebrows are thinly drawn and just right, resembling an ink wash painting. His high nose bridge is steep like a mountain range. His thin lips are slightly parted, with a subtle upward curve, pale yet alluring—a pair particularly suited for kissing.,His hair was a little long, without hair gel to fix it, falling messily across his forehead. Because he had his eyes closed, he looked more relaxed than usual. Only at this time could he be completely unreserved, staring at him openly and boldly.。