When she felt a large hand on her shoulder, her confused eyes gradually cleared, and her face slowly turned red.
She turned her head and saw the person lying next to her. Who else could it be but Chen Mo?
The hand on her shoulder was indeed Chen Mo's.
The memories of before began to surface in her mind little by little.
Zhao Qianyi was stiff all over; she finally reacted and realized what had happened.
She had become Chen Mo's woman...
If it was Chen Mo forcing himself on her at first.
But later, she turned and straddled Chen Mo, even calling him... good brother...
She even cooperated with him in every possible way.
Although Chen Mo was not conscious, she was.
Chaotic images and unspeakable words filled her mind, making Zhao Qianyi's eyes widen in disbelief that the person before was herself.
Wasn't she poisoned?
No...
Zhao Qianyi bit her lower lip, a few shades of shame and anger appearing in her eyes.
