"He... he seems to have been poisoned!" someone yelled.
Indeed, Ye Chenfeng looked exactly like someone who had been poisoned.
Qiu Muran's pretty face turned deathly pale, the stern expression from before vanished completely as she hurried forward and squatted down, hoisting the convulsing Ye Chenfeng, "Ye Chenfeng, what's wrong with you?"
Due to her panic, Qiu Muran didn't notice that Ye Chenfeng, whom she was holding, had his head right against her ample bosom, and Ye Chenfeng's hands unintentionally brushed against her nylon-clad legs, sending a current of electricity through her.
