"Shirao! Stop messing around! Give me your phone! I'll get someone to save you." Zhan Nanjue said. She had just been drugged, still somewhat rational, but she'd go crazy once the effect kicked in.
But she insisted, "No one else can save me, only you can... save me..."
Her cheeks were flushed, her expression was dazed, and it was unclear if it was the drug effect or something else, but her tone became much more alluring than usual.
She rubbed against him.
But such comfort was temporary, and soon more uncomfortable feelings assaulted her, as if her rationality had already collapsed.
She only wanted that strange sensation in her body to disappear quickly.
She sat on him, feeling aggrieved. "I feel awful, so awful..."
He remained still, so she leaned down to kiss him.
Her burning lips touched his cheek, earlobe, seemingly searching for his lips, kissing haphazardly.
Yet it made one's mind wander.
"Shirao, stop." Zhan Nanjue said, his voice hoarse.
