As Li Chen reluctantly drank the wine, he felt a wave of despair wash over him. He had succumbed to Jiang Xiaolin's twisted game, all for the sake of Zhang Mei's safety. Jiang Xiaolin observed with satisfaction as Li Chen emptied the glass.
"There, happy now?" Li Chen demanded, his voice tinged with bitterness.
"Actually, yes, I am," Jiang Xiaolin replied, her tone smug.
"Let her go," Li Chen demanded, his patience wearing thin.
"Don't rush, Li Chen. I still want us to enjoy ourselves tonight," Jiang Xiaolin retorted, her voice dripping with malice.
As time passed, Li Chen began to feel a strange heat spreading throughout his body. Jiang Xiaolin observed with amusement as Li Chen struggled against the effects of the poisoned wine.
"It's working, isn't it? It was quicker than expected. Don't worry, you won't die. It's just a little kick to make you... relax," Jiang Xiaolin taunted, her words sending a chill down Li Chen's spine.
