
Mu Ya slowly woke up, her body feeling so strange. Her head throbbed intensely, but she was gradually coming to. Her eyes fluttered open. Her mouth was parched, like the aftermath of heavy drinking without any water, a hangover sensation. Her mouth was stuffed full, and by the texture, she guessed it was a pair of stockings. It wasn't the first time her mouth had been gagged like this. Was she tied up? She couldn't move, and her whole body ached. That bastard Ling Qing, if he wanted to tie her up, he should have just said so. It wasn't like she wouldn't agree! He promised not to play these surprise games, and yet he drugged her? She'd skin him alive if she didn't! What kind of position was she in? Let's see... What? Why was she so far from the ground? And this feeling of utter insecurity... light and airy, yet simultaneously bound so tightly it hurt... Mu Ya looked down, only to see two bell-adorned clamps fastened to her magnificent breasts.








