At that time, I had accurately analyzed the situation; the dosage of the drug given to me was substantial.
If it weren't for my strong self-control forcefully suppressing it, I'm afraid... my consciousness would have already become unclear, purely a tool for venting desires.
Gu Mochen's thin lips pursed slightly...
Thus... I might not remember much of the entire affair, the only deeply impressed memory being that of the woman struggling and knocking over the water glass, that momentary spark.
Gu Mochen's eyes darkened as he tried to see the woman beneath him clearly at that time... but only saw her long hair covering her face.
Initially... I just thought she was a woman sent by the business partner to please me, or perhaps by someone else with intention...
But I never considered that this woman could also be a victim of design.
The struggle... was not coquettish refusal but real unwillingness, which is why she was desperately struggling.
