Throwing Jocelyn Tate onto the sofa.
At this moment, the effects of the drug were at its peak.
Dirk Carter wanted to stand up.
But Jocelyn held tightly onto his neck.
"Dirk, give it to me, give it to me, I feel terrible, I need you, you give me..."
She pleaded like a pitiful worm.
Dirk could only control her agitated body and said, "You're poisoned, hold on, I'll take you to a cold shower now, it should help."
After saying this.
He picked up Jocelyn again and entered the office's private bathroom.
Just putting her down on the floor.
Jocelyn's hand tore off Dirk's shirt, reaching inside from the hem and caressing his chest.
He couldn't care anymore.
Dirk directly turned on the cold water and ran towards Jocelyn.
Under the stimulation of the cold water, he thought Jocelyn would lose half of the drug effects, but it didn't happen; the water flowing over her seemed to have no effect at all.
Dirk gritted his teeth.
Sitting Jocelyn on the ground.
He spread her legs apart.
