Someone from the neighboring private room stepped out to answer a call, a stranger's voice brought back Yu Han's logic.
Yu Han let go of the petite woman in his arms.
Yan Xia furrowed her brows in displeasure, about to reach out to hold onto Yu Han when a cold breeze blew in through the window.
Yan Xia was only wearing a woolen sweater and shivered as the cold wind hit her.
Her mind suddenly regained a hint of clarity.
She looked at Yu Han, a momentary daze, "You, I..."
"You've been drugged," Yu Han suppressed the flame of desire in his heart and said sternly.
Yan Xia was taken aback, then suddenly pushed Yu Han away.
"You..." Yu Han couldn't help but frown.
"Wanwan, I have to find Wanwan." Yan Xia staggered towards the direction of the private room.
But just as she turned, an image of Yu Han and Du Xinyuan kissing flashed through her mind.
She closed her eyes and bit her tongue hard.
"You..." Yu Han, who had followed, shuddered at watching her actions.
"Don't touch me!"
