C1063 How Could It be Him

Nangong Jin's five fingers were like five iron pincers, pressing down on her scalp.

The man's faint voice sounded in her ear, as if it came from far away.

"Close your eyes and empty your mind. Don't reject me. Yes, sir. That's it..."

...

Jing Ning felt that she had come to a very strange place.

She was surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness