"Tangtang," Mo Shiche's outstretched hand paused for two seconds, but he still picked her up. "What's wrong, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Don't touch me... ah..."
The moment she was in his arms, Luo Qiangwei felt as if she had been struck by electricity, her body tingling and limp. An unbearable itch emerged from her bones and blood, she couldn't help but grasp his shirt, her body instinctively pressing against his chest, seeking further contact.
But a small part of her consciousness was still clear, telling her she shouldn't do this. She had been drugged, and it was he who had drugged her...
This thought made her even more furious and repulsed, and the struggle between body and mind turned her face redder, her tightly knitted brows showing the extreme agony she was in.
Mo Shiche, feeling her hot and soft body, roughly guessed it was that kind of drug. He was about to stand up holding her when his body suddenly tensed up.
