Dark bathroom.
Bound woman.
The smooth, still damp round doorknob.
...
When these elements combined, they instantly formed a very indescribable, bizarre scene in Zhou Wang's eyes.
The black lace lining, filled with the unique charm of a mature woman, was half-hanging on the snowy white body. The sweat constantly seeping out under the warm glow covered every corner of the delicate skin.
Even though he hadn't yet approached, Zhou Wang felt as if Qi Jiayi had transformed into a furnace, with an invisible flame consuming her body.
The sexy body bent into an L-shape, tightly bound by hemp rope beside the bathroom glass door, the well-maintained wrists—like bright moons—were already marked with noticeable bruises, but the person seemed unaware.
She just kept standing on tiptoe, trying to get herself closer to the doorknob...
Only then did Zhou Wang understand where the strange muffled water sound he heard at the door came from.
