Nan Mufeng watched her, filled with unfulfilled desires, vacillating.
Should he help her now?
He really couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer.
She was delirious now, doing these shameless things. Once she came to her senses, she would surely regret it deeply.
He had promised not to hurt her, to wait until the wedding...
"Xiao Xi, hold on a little longer," Nan Mufeng whispered comfortingly, turning the car around to head back.
Did Qiao Jiaying really have the antidote? He wasn't sure.
In his memory, Qiao Jiaying was utterly bad. But now, he needed to find out for himself.
It was Qiao Jiaying who texted him for help, maybe she really did have the antidote?
"I don't want to endure," Jian Xi muttered, inching closer to him, unable to be restrained by the seat belt anymore. Half of her body was now leaning onto him.
"Xiao Xi..."
Nan Mufeng was extremely helpless, clearly it was her ailment, so why was he in as much pain as she was?
He comforted her while he drove.
