"I'm just helping you detox, otherwise you might be in danger; the potency of that drug is too strong."
Su Ming looked at Li Yueming's blushing face in the rearview mirror and spoke with a complex expression.
Li Yueming heard this, lightly bit her lip, and then a bright smile appeared on her pretty face as she spoke:
"I haven't blamed you! Look at how guilty you look. After what happened between us, do you think I'll cling to you and cry, begging you to marry me? You want to marry Li Guoqiang's two daughters at the same time? Ask him if he'd agree! Don't dream on, okay?"
Su Ming knew that Li Yueming was speaking so much at once to cover up her inner panic.
She was also trying to make sure he didn't feel too burdened, knowing that Li Yueming couldn't possibly share a husband with her sister.
But after all, Li Yueming had just turned eighteen; she was still a child who hadn't fully matured.
