"You're hurting me!"
Zhen Niang shot him an irritated glare. "You know he's suspicious. I was just testing him!"
"Hmph! You'd better be."
The man released his grip and looked at her wrist. Her skin was so delicate that even the slightest pressure left a red mark.
He frowned, forcing himself to look away. "You'd better not forget your mission!"
"I don't need you to remind me. I know what I'm doing!"
she said coldly, then turned and left with a flick of her sleeve.
Song Lianhe had drunk half a pot of wine. Her body grew hotter with every sip, and the person before her began to blur into a double image.
She shook her head. "Sister Mei, something's wrong with this wine... It's been laced with something..."
Xuan Mei's expression changed instantly. She helped her up. "I'll get you out of here."
"Okay..."
Song Lianhe was well-versed in pharmacology and could tell the wine contained an aphrodisiac.
