Lin Wei nodded and closed her eyes. With her vision shut off, her other senses grew sharper. She smelled disinfectant mixed with mint, heard the faint clink of instruments, and felt Shen Yu’s fingers support her chin once more...
Then a strange pressure came from deep inside her mouth. It didn’t hurt, but she could clearly feel something being pried loose and turned. Shen Yu’s breathing grew slightly faster. A few loose strands of hair fell over his forehead, catching the light with a soft sheen.
