When she woke up, Shi Wanyun was already dressed, lying on a very hard, somewhat uncomfortable stone slab.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, which was three or four meters high.
The ceiling was made of metal, glistening with a metallic sheen under the dim light.
Where is this...?
Though her head still felt a bit dizzy, she didn't act rashly. Instead, she closed her eyes slowly once more.
It was very quiet around her, no sounds at all, it seemed there was nothing else present.
Previously...she should have been brought here by that voluptuous mature woman, right?
Is that woman not here anymore?
After waiting a while and listening carefully, there was still no sound. She opened her eyes, slowly sat up, looked around, and began to examine her surroundings carefully.
The room was about thirty to forty square meters.
