Tick tock! Tick tock!
There was a very subtle sound of an unknown liquid flowing, constantly echoing at the foot of the bed.
In the slightly warm air, an indescribable strange smell lingered, which most people would find repulsive, but according to unscientific statistics, some men and women might even favor this smell.
Heavy breathing like a bellows emerged from Zhou Wang's mouth.
The handcuffs with a very solid texture had somehow already fallen onto the carpet, along with many other miscellaneous things, black and white, long and short, a complete mess.
Disheveled, Zhou Wang leaned against the bedhead, his face heavy, brows furrowed, looking deeply troubled.
After a long time, when his breathing calmed somewhat, Zhou Wang wiped sweat from his forehead, then fished out a cigarette from the pocket of his pants nearby, lit it, and took a deep drag.
... He was not clean anymore.
