Huo Xingzhou's voice was almost hoarse as he asked, "How will you help me?"
With her body?
Qiao Xi could feel the pressure from this man; she gently pushed his body away and said, "Please let go of me first."
Huo Xingzhou's hand still tightly clutched her slender waist, like an iron hoop.
As if afraid she would run away.
"If I let you go, then you'll leave," he said blandly.
"I won't!" Qiao Xi's face burned red, "Why would I be that kind of person?"
"Qiao Xi, you know what drug I've been given, and what I need most right now," he said seriously, his eyes filled with suggestion.
It was hard for Qiao Xi to pretend she didn't understand.
She spoke with difficulty, "I know, I will help you. But please, release my hand first."
Huo Xingzhou slowly released his grip, as if he believed her.
Qiao Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief; she took the opportunity to roll out of the large bed and pulled a medicine box out from underneath it.
