Li Qiyu's whole body tingled from the electric shock; her mind was hazy, and her consciousness seemed to fade to black one moment and clear the next.
Sometimes it was the consciousness of Angel Qiyu that surfaced, giggling on the bodyguard's shoulder.
At other times, Li Qiyu regained her wits. She had to find a way to escape. Damn it, her anaesthetic pistol and handbag had been taken away by them.
...
Pain.
Her body was thrown heavily onto the bed, and her head struck the bedside table.
A normal person would have been knocked out by the shocks already, but she might have multiple consciousnesses and a strong willpower that kept her from slipping into a coma.
"Shanshan, you've used too much. Half a dose could knock out an elephant, and she can't handle it."
Li Qiyu's eyes were shut, her long eyelashes lofty, and her skin was as beautiful as porcelain jade, smooth to the touch.
Even women would nearly be enchanted by her...
