"Mmm… glug, glug… mmm…" Zhao Qianshan was force-fed the bottle of wine she had brought herself.
Not until the entire bottle of wine had gone down her throat did Qin Jingzhi cast aside the wine bottle and look down at her from above, "Zhao Qianshan, from now on, you will only live in hell!"
Zhao Qianshan's face was pale, the wine she had just consumed churning in her stomach.
"Hospital, I… I need to go to the hospital…" With a whole bottle of "spiked" wine inside her, she needed to get her stomach pumped at the hospital; otherwise, she was surely doomed!
This particular "spice," the seller had told her, would cause disorientation and passion with just a small amount; if ingested in large quantities, one might become as uncontrollable as an animal in heat!
Once the drug took effect, she feared only heaven knew what she would become!
