The lighting in the private cinema was even more ambiguous than the lights at the dance she had just left.
Sheng Shushu was truly exhausted, and as soon as she entered, she sat down directly, with a backrest, and she leaned back without any hesitation.
The slanted angle was just right; after a day of dancing, her ankles, soles, and calves were all sore and tired, and just then, there happened to be footrests beside her feet.
So, she naturally placed her feet on them.
With her feet slightly elevated, the blood flow seemed smoother and she immediately felt much more comfortable.
It's just that...
Why does this chair feel so strange?
The various angles and small components were too clever.
Especially where her feet 'thumped,' her legs were almost in a W shape, which made her suddenly think of the examination bed in a gynecological clinic.
