Shen Dang had drunk water laced with drugs and soon felt utterly weak.
He locked himself up and then called Assistant Gao.
The drug was indeed formidable; he was at the point of unbearable suffering.
With his self-control, he didn't necessarily want to do anything, but the constant fragrance nearby floated into his nostrils, close yet distant, tempting beyond measure—for Shen Dang at this moment, it was fatally alluring.
Shen Dang pressed himself against the car window, enduring the heat waves churning in his body.
He couldn't approach her, couldn't scare her again.
Yet the agonizing pain clawed at him incessantly.
Shen Dang tensed his body, his eyes reddened, as if at any moment he would be overtaken by the desire within his heart.
The air was oppressively tight; Qiao Xi dared not look at him. She said to the person in front, "Assistant Gao, drive faster!"
"…Okay."
He was already driving as fast as possible.
