The first thing Zhong Man heard was Raven's breathing again.
The light did not come on at the same time. Pure darkness only heightened her perception of sound.
The darkness was like a tide, and the breathing like the coolness contained within the waves, washing over her skin and into her lungs, cleansing her in an instant. Her pores seemed to open one after another, and it felt wonderful.
Once she entered this familiar yet unfamiliar, utterly addictive experiential environment, Zhong Man was so excited she wanted to roll all over the bed. But worried that she might interfere with the actual effect, she could only force herself to endure it. Her fingers and toes curled up together; she was just short of drooling.
Even when shipping a couple while watching a drama and reaching the sweetest, most heart-killing moment, she had never been like this.
But the pure enjoyment version had an end after all. A few seconds later, a new voice cut in—the familiar duck-like voice of "Vampire" during his voice-changing years:
"Today you're acting alone. Don't worry, there won't be any problem. We already communicated beforehand. Just take the business card and coordinate with them."
The moment he finished speaking, obvious ambient noise emerged.
It sounded like the hush of many people piled together, instantly making the texture carried over from the previous seven-minute video absurd.
And even now, Reality Mode still had not displayed an image. Zhong Man almost thought that the dim setting she had deliberately adjusted last night had failed to reset.
Just as she was about to fix it, the light changed automatically. The image used a clichéd fade-in effect, gradually brightening, while Vampire's duck voice continued as voice-over:
"Peony worked with them last year. Ink was with her then. Even if they