The red gauze curtain fluttered slowly above the head. There was a sickly sweet smell of powdered powder in the air. Lin Fan opened his eyes, his vision changed from blurry to clear, and then settled on his hands that were hung high. Her wrists were tightly strangled with pink silk and tied to the carved mahogany railing at the head of the bed. The silk cut into the flesh, causing a burning pain. "Where is this?" Lin Fan struggled hard. Not moving at all. Not only were her hands tied, but her feet were also tied apart and tied to the end of the bed, making her whole body look like a "big" figure that was extremely shameful. His body was empty and he couldn't muster any strength, as if he had been drugged. Memories flooded into my mind. Lin Fan, an outer disciple of the Hehuan Sect. Because he was born with a good skin and possesses the extremely rare "pure yang"
