It Hurts... Don't Poke Me... Get out...

The clear syringe contained some blue liquid which looked extremely alluring.

Luo Zheng opened her eyes with a strong desire in them.

However, she was going through a tough time at this moment even though she was feeble and weak. She slowly became sober and she shook her head profusely. "No… no… I refuse… "

"Hah, it's not up to you!"

Gu Changye barked in resentment as he reached out to grab her arm, only to have her struggle continuously. "Get lost… don't touch me… "

At this moment, Luo Zheng felt like there were countless ants crawling in her body and she felt disgusted, terrible and in despair.

Gu Changye ignored her cries and pulled her by her shoulder forcefully.

Luo Zheng was caught off guard and fell onto Gu Changye's lap while her seaweed-like hair cascaded downwards, revealing her swan-like neck.

He stared at the bite marks that he had left on her porcelain neck.