"Ha ha——"
Jiang Che pulled out the needle from the back of his hand, looked at Lu Fengxuan, and laughed heartily:
"Do you know why I've been engaging in such a lengthy nonsense with you? You are stalling, waiting for someone on the outside to come and save you. As for me, I've been stalling because I am waiting for that incense in the room to take effect."
Reminded by his words, Lu Fengxuan realized that there was a faint dark fragrance floating in the air of the room.
The scent was not strong, but she had been so focused on guarding against Jiang Che that she hadn't anticipated his hidden move.
At the previous birthday banquet of Old Master Yu, Lu Sirong had used this method, and now, Jiang Che was copying it to deal with her.
"Stop resisting, Xiao Xuan, accept your fate!"
Jiang Che began to react as well, his Adam's apple rolling repeatedly, his breath growing scorching hot, his voice hoarse:
"I've said that even if it means dying today, I will take you down with me!"
