Luo Jin glared at the woman hatefully.
Mu Qingqing winked wickedly. "Just a little drug of my own making," she replied, her voice low and silky smooth.
Luo Jin cursed himself inwardly for trusting her, realizing too late that he had walked into a trap. "What do you want from me?" he spoke with difficulty.
"Don't worry," she said reassuringly, her tone almost gentle. "I'm not here to hurt you."
Luo Jin was taken aback and demanded, "Then what the hell do you want?"
"You'll find out tomorrow morning," she replied mysteriously, a faint smile on her face revealing her good mood.
Luo Jin was puzzled by her words and wanted to ask who she was, why she was doing this to him, and what she wanted from him. However, before he could say anything, he felt dizzy and began to lose consciousness. His head spun, and the room began to blur. Everything around him slowly started to fade away, and soon he fell back onto the seat, unconscious.
