Besides that, Yorris asked to take the fight without negotiating first!
He was acting crazy as if they had no chance of solving the problem properly.
Drea will remember carefully how stupid she was to follow Yorris to meet Mr. Zeinir without proper preparation.
"Shit."
The sound of needles hitting the floor alternated like rain. At that time Drea used the metal part of the table to protect herself.
Drea closed her eyes in search of the location of the needle gun controllers stuck along the ceiling of the building. Psychic abilities are used in a hurry.
"I found it."
Drea's hand reflexively grabbed the leg of the table which was made of iron and was then thrown straight toward the gun control. Drea's throw was right on target and as a replacement, her foot was pierced with needles while doing it. Just as Drea had expected, getting hit by a needle would be extremely painful.
Drea's breath caught. The rain of needles stopped leaving Drea who was no longer able to hold her shield.
One thing Drea knew, Yorris was suddenly beside her. Drea's body went limp. If there is no Yorris then she ends up on the floor.
"Sob, it hurts."
Yorris didn't waste time, he immediately positioned Drea on his back. Meanwhile, at the entrance, many people were blocking the way out.
"Okay, we're trapped," said Yorris short, a short way of thinking as that person.
"We can have a nice talk, Mr. Antony. I'm just going to check on Drea."
Yorris turned slightly to see Mr. Zeinir through the tail of the eye.
"Fine, I give up. Be kind to her or your research subject dies."
"Oh, of course."
If Drea had the strength she would scream and hit Yorris on the head. How easily could that man agree!?
"I'll kill you later. Damn you." Drea was busy swearing at Yorris in her heart. Unable to speak, Drea hissed when Yorris took her into a room following aide Mr. Zeinir.
Tears welled up in Drea's eyelids ready to come out at any moment, she never remembered being a test subject. If examined, it means that her body will be plastered, and worse, she will get sick.
"On the count of three, you roll over."
Drea didn't have time to respond, her brain couldn't keep up. Yorris had already started counting. On the count of three Drea was thrown backward. Oh God, Drea's body felt crushed. She was pretty sure one of her hands was broken, if not sprained.
"Holy shit, he's a psychopath," Drea grumbled inwardly cursing Yorris.
No choice for Drea to roll over because if not she will be caught. At least Drea fell on the guard instead of directly onto the floor.
"I want to pass out," Drea muttered, eyes starting to feel heavy.
"I got you."
Drea didn't know how Yorris' position had brought her. Even looking around is not able. At that time Drea resigned to whatever happened. The energy was drained until the last Drea saw was darkness.
***
"You're awake, drink this."
Drea blinked, fluttering eyelashes adjusting to the light. Drea's mouth was glued unable to say anything. The head throbbed with pain as if it had been hit by a weight weighing hundreds of tons. Okay, Drea's head feels like it's bursting from the pain.
"I'm still alive God, thank you very much."
Drea wasn't too sure could talk, if the sound came out it meant her condition wasn't too bad. The damage to her body had already been repaired.
"Drink."
Byur. The water in Yorris' hand was pushed away. Drea watered the person like a plant. Drea gave off an aura of dark horror. The rest of Drea's strength was used to hit Yorris' head.
"Shit, asshole, mean, cruel, annoying. You almost killed me."
Drea's continuous blows showed no signs of stopping.
"Stop. You live Drea. I helped you."
Drea's hand was held causing their eyes to meet each other. To hell about Yorris's words, Drea had to make sure where she was at that time. Finding that she was in the room they were staying in for the night previously was enough for Drea's brain to relax. Drea's body wasn't very sick, and most importantly she wasn't at the research site. Her hands are good too.
"Hah..."
Yorris ignored the pain from Drea's repeated punches. "Drink first, eat after this. Tomorrow you don't have to go to work. I'm a good future husband who takes care of his girlfriend."
"I'm not your lover."
"Lie if someone asks," concluded Yorris as he got up.
Drea pouted, Yorris had released her hand. The sound of a knock on the door caught their attention them. Drea immediately wanted to pretend to be asleep so he didn't have to meet anyone.
"I'm tired my body is still weak, say I want to rest."
"Oh great, I also thought the same," concluded Yorris with a smile, a sickening smile considering that man had the heart to throw Drea like a sack of rice.
Yorris left, it was time for Drea to carry out her mission of pretending to sleep. She was indeed very tired. About a few minutes later the person again forced Drea to open her eyes. The blanket was pulled off!
"Die you, damn man."
"Hahaha. Your kidding isn't funny. I said you should eat. It's already late and you haven't eaten anything since we came back."
"IM not hungry." Drea snorted, she wanted to go back to sleep.
In one pull, Drea's body was already in Yorris's chest. The man is good and takes advantage of the situation.
"Sorry honey, I don't want you to get sicker." Yorris's lips and eyebrows scrunched up. All right, Drea gave up. Yorris is very stubborn to match Drea's personality. It's great that they complement each other.
"I want to be bribed."
"Dear." Yorris purred softly, those slender fingers stroking Drea's soft mane. Drea was too tired to stop Yorris. Let the man do whatever as long as he doesn't cross the line.
In some cases, Drea can confirm that Yorris is a good boy. More importantly, the man is sincere. Drea had faith in Yorris' kindness. As far as that goes.
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