"It's useless." Shen Wan chuckled. "I chose a spot to prick at random. It's not a critical point, but the needle is coated with an anesthetic. The longer it remains in your skin, the faster the drug spreads. Removing it now won't make a difference because, in your moment of hesitation, you've already missed the prime opportunity to resist. Also, just so you know, I've secured the door with the wrong fingerprint. Even if you scream, the mushroom-headed fellow outside won't hear a thing."
"Your purpose?" His stern gaze was like that of a hawk, radiating a deadly aura.
However, Shen Wan seemed oblivious, leaning in closer to him. "Help me."
More than a physical struggle, this was a game, a battle of wits between a man and a woman.
The woman's pitch-black eyes shimmered, like a lake rippling with clear waves, gleaming and captivating.
