Mo Chen frowned as he looked at the woman in front of him, a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
Actually, the scene he despised the most was this one: using drugs to get a woman provided no sense of achievement.
Under the influence of such a drug, it was just an urgent physiological need, uninteresting.
What Mo Chen desired was for both body and mind to surrender to him.
"I'll take you to the hospital, okay?" the man's voice carried a coaxing tone.
Right now, Qiao Ruoxin lay on the bed, her body feeling as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her, the torment unbearable.
She whimpered pitifully in a soft voice, "I don't want... to go to the hospital! It's embarrassing... Don't you want me?"
"..."
His silence angered the suffering Qiao Ruoxin, who weakly lost her temper, "Then just go away; don't let me see you!"
Out of sight, perhaps it wouldn't be so painful, and she wouldn't have such wild thoughts anymore.
