Chapter 465

　　In a high-temperature yoga room.

　　If it were a girl, she would come out barefoot with an empty bamboo basket in her hand and pull the wooden box door behind her gently. She could only hear the Indian Yoga music drifting from the gap. In the melodious music, she could hear a strange soul-sounding sound.

　　Shen Yulan was wearing a black yoga uniform and sitting in the yoga room filled with colorful petals. She was meditating... She slightly raised her head and her face was covered in sweat. She breathed quietly and placed her hands on her knees. Her body relaxed, as if her soul had been cleared. She recalled images of the past. Those who were lying on the bed and tangling with strange men.

　　Her eyes suddenly looked up and down, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

　　Someone gently opened the box door.