Mu Lan passed out and collapsed in his arms. He sighed. 'That was close.' He thought. He carefully looked at her face.
"What's going on?" He heard a sleepy voice from behind. He turned back to look at his comrade.
"Meixu, prepare the luggage." The man in black ordered. He put his one hand on the back of Mu Lan's thighs and put another hand on her back and carried her unconscious body.
"Xin, have you already injected her with the drug? Did you overdose her? Last time she almost died. Don't kill her this time. If you don't want her, you can always share her with me." The man named Meixu said.
The stubborn yet weak solitude floated in the man in black's eyes. His eyes turned cold. "Prepare the luggage." He commanded his friend Meixu. Meixu called him Xin. No one would dare to do so to their boss.
Meixu saluted and playfully said, "Yes, Major General." Then he clicked his tongue and told himself, 'That guy has no sense of humor.'
