The room on the top floor of the hotel was pitch black. A man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the cigarette between his fingers flickering.
Doctor Wu had checked that Mo Yan had not been injected with any harmful drugs. She only needed to rest for one night and she would be fine.
To facilitate Mo Yan's rest, Luo Tao turned off the lights in the room.
Thinking of Mo Yan lying motionless on the sofa, anger surged in Luo Tao's heart. He felt panic and fear.
After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Luo Tao returned to Mo Yan's bedside. He did not have much of a liking for cigarettes. He would only smoke one when he was extremely troubled.
Mo Yan seemed to be having a nightmare. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her red lips were frighteningly white. No one could discern what she was saying. Luo Tao moved his ear closer.
"Get away, don't touch me!"
