Xie Xiaoman's sensations at this moment felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling on her skin.
She wanted to strip off her clothes and twist her body to relieve the itch, and even more so, she longed for the warmth of a helping hand.
But her body's reaction did not align with Xie Xiaoman's will; she was acutely aware that she was merely at a social engagement!
Xie Xiaoman reached for the wine bottle and checked its label.
The alcohol content and brand were the same as what she had drunk before; she couldn't understand why she would suddenly feel so terribly sick from it.
An alarming possibility abruptly surfaced in Xie Xiaoman's mind—she had been drugged.
"I'm sorry, I don't feel so well, I need to go to the restroom."
Xie Xiaoman wasn't sure if she had been drugged, but she knew she couldn't easily stand up to the men in front of her, who were her superiors and financial backers—a flip of mood was not an option.
