After drinking the beverage, Lin Yixun finally caught her breath. She instinctively glanced at the spot where she had just sat, but Leng Yixiu's figure was long gone.
She let out a cold laugh, increasingly unable to fathom what Leng Yixiu was thinking.
Though she wasn't quite full, Lin Yixun had lost the mood to continue eating. She turned around and headed upstairs, intending to rest in her room for a while.
As she walked along the soft carpet of the hallway, Lin Yixun moved forward slowly. For some reason, she felt as if a pair of eyes was staring at her from behind, filling her with unease.
She suddenly turned around, but behind her was nothing but an empty hallway. Lin Yixun couldn't help but laugh at herself, thinking she must be too paranoid.
Just as her smile faded, she heard the sound of a door opening next to her. Suddenly, a force gripped her waist. Before she could react, she was pulled into a nearby room, and the door was slammed shut behind her.
