"Are you feeling sick? Did you take something you shouldn't have? It's okay... just calm down. We can call 911, or get a private doctor. They can help you, I promise. Just don't do anything rash!"
Ji Junxing finally responded. A hoarse, cold laugh rumbled in his throat, full of mockery and contempt.
"Heh... Cut the act. Weren't you the one who brought me that drink? You brought it over, waited for me to finish it, and then followed me here. Isn't this exactly what you wanted from me?"
Xu Shengxia's mind went blank for a second before she reflexively shot back.
"I didn't! I really didn't! ... You're mistaken! It's not what you think!"
But her words were clearly useless. The next second, Ji Junxing half-carried, half-dragged her before throwing her onto a large, soft bed.
What happened next was terrifying...
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Every minute, every second, was agony for Xu Shengxia...
She felt that after today, she would be psychologically scarred by this.
