Several times, Meng Jingyi thought Xiao Heng would fall, but he staggered step by step towards her.
Meng Jingyi stiffened her body, retreating step by step until her back hit the door, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
The smell of alcohol wafted over from Xiao Heng; he braced his hand above her head. Although their skin didn't directly touch, she clearly felt his burning heat, like a blazing fire.
"Xiao Heng..."
"You've finally come."
Xiao Heng's hoarse voice followed hers, with a certain urgency and helplessness, "I feel awful, only you can help me."
Meng Jingyi dared not take a breath, knowing she guessed right, Xiao Heng had indeed been drugged.
"Jingyi, please, my body is about to explode." Xiao Heng's breath became increasingly erratic and heavy, "Please, won't you?"
Xiao Heng looked so pitiful, like a puppy begging for a bone.
Meng Jingyi felt like her throat was stuffed with cotton, neither able to swallow it down nor spit it out.
