Ye Shengge remembered that she was having dinner with Xu Xiangjie, but then, she felt sick at the table.
And then, a man showed up, and she had clung to him because she was mesmerized by that man's smell.
But… Why was he Ji Shiting?
Why Ji Shiting?
Was she dreaming?
She wanted to pinch his face, but her right hand had been grabbed by the man.
Ji Shiting said, "What do you want?"
"I… It hurts!" Before she could finish the sentence, she felt pain on her wrist which almost made her cry.
Ji Shiting said apathetically, "Don't worry. You're not dreaming."
"Did… Did you drug me?" Ye Shengge asked.
The man didn't say anything, instead, he looked at her as if she was an idiot.
Ye Shengge looked down, and then she gazed at that man's chest.
When he had been splashing her with cold water, he had gotten some of it on herself, which was why his chest was showing through his shirt, tempting her.
