Wang Cong detected a deeply hidden aura of danger emanating from Feng Mu, like a wisp of dark smoke, stirring unease in his heart.
However, strangely enough, within this shroud of fear, he chose not to retreat completely. Instead, he mustered unprecedented courage, attempting to continue speaking.
In that elusive aura of danger, Wang Cong felt an attraction as deadly and alluring as poppy, pulling him in an indescribable way, making him both afraid and unable to resist moving a little closer.
It was as if, if he could just get a little closer, he could truly draw the little bit of what he desired from Feng Mu...
Wang Cong first gently twisted his neck, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping nearby, then slightly raised his head, eyes passing through the corridor to the distant surveillance camera, confirming it couldn't possibly pick up their conversation.
