She dug her nails into her palm, her freshly manicured nails slicing through the surface of her skin, but it was as if she felt nothing—no pain, no sensation at all.
Bai Shirui trembled as she got up, her voice breaking through the silence in desperation as she faced the inevitable outcome ahead: "Shi Wei, I'm the only one in this world who has the antidote."
If he dared let anyone touch her.
Then they could both perish together.
"Are you trying to threaten me?" Shi Wei's smile deepened.
From the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. With casual grace, he held one between his fingers, lighting it with a nonchalant air that was both noble and detached.
There was no trace of the earlier frailty he had displayed.
But in her panic, Bai Shirui failed to notice his transformation—or perhaps, she simply couldn't believe he could resist her drug.
"We're only mutually taking what we need."
She gets his child, and he gets the antidote that would save his life.
