Soft.
That was the first thing Lin Yuxi noticed.
The cushion beneath her wasn't just comfortable—it was luxurious. The kind that made her feel as though she were sinking into a cloud. She felt it before she even opened her eyes.
Then came the scent.
Clean. Expensive. Masculine.
Not the sterile, suffocating scent of a hospital or the musty dampness of an old warehouse. No. This was different. There was a faint trace of something woody, mixed with a crisp, cool undertone—subtle, but undeniably high-end.
Her fingers twitched against the fine fabric, and instinct kicked in. She didn't move too fast. Instead, she let her senses do the work.
Her body felt unrestrained.
No bindings. No pain.
And—most importantly—she wasn't alone.
Slowly, she cracked open her eyes.
