In the entire room, aside from the heart-shaped bed covered with rose petals used by Sun Yi for photography, every other place was filled with a certain unique thematic aura.
In fact, right next to that big bed, there was a row of scarlet candles, with two glasses of wine beside them, and a few coils of red rope next to the wine glasses.
Wen Nan's gaze slowly moved from the towering crucifix reaching the ceiling, to a half-height wooden box with a round hole in the middle, then to the ropes hanging from the wall, and finally to a trolley filled with tools, resembling an operating table.
Finally, he walked to the bedside, leaned closer to the candles, and sniffed.
Fortunately, this time he didn't smell that pungent sandalwood scent. It seems no one drugged him, so he wouldn't pass out unknowingly again, wasting a few hours.
He glanced around again, not seeing Sun Yi, and Wen Nan's gaze landed on the bathroom door.
