As the words fell, the room plunged into a long silence.
Except for Lu Ziyuan's rapid breathing, neither of them spoke again.
The hand on the back of her neck remained, and Xie Wanqing didn't dare to struggle at all for fear of angering him.
After a while, he hoarsely said, "If... if he didn't take the drug, would you..."
His sentence was uttered haltingly, and finally, as if he found himself laughable, he stopped.
Releasing her, he turned around and kicked the side table to pieces with a single blow.
The solid wooden table was smashed to splinters by his kick, which frightened Xie Wanqing so much that she shivered, thinking that if she had been on the receiving end of that kick, she would have died on the spot.
Lu Ziyuan turned back, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his arms, gritting his teeth, "You're considerate, making yourself the antidote without even checking if he really needed it."
