Lin Wei nodded and closed her eyes. The shutting down of vision made other senses more acute - she smelled the smell of disinfectant mixed with mint, heard the slight collision of instruments, and felt Shen Yu's fingers holding her chin again...
Then, a strange pressure feeling came from deep in the mouth. There was no pain, but I could clearly feel that something was being pried and rotated. Shen Yu's breathing became slightly faster, and a few strands of broken hair hung down from his forehead, glowing softly under the light.
