Brother Cheng... Just Take It That You're Taking Pity On Me...

"Give me the drug… please… I'll die… give me the drug… "

Bo Hancheng's jaw tensed up when he heard her melancholic voice and was unable to reply to her.

Seeing that she wasn't receiving any response from him, she turned pale and questioned maniacally, "Bo Hancheng… why aren't you giving it to me… I hate you… I hate you so much… "

Bo Hancheng hugged her tightly and although she was dressed in nothing, he didn't feel aroused at all.

"Little imp, it's okay. Just bear with it." He continued to placate and comfort her.

"I can't pull through… will you give it to me… or just kill me… Kill me… I'd rather be dead… "

Luo Zheng felt like she was about to crumble any moment in the duvet and she would rather die!

Seeing this, Bo Hancheng's heart wrenched up and he felt a dull ache in his chest. He murmured softly, "I'm sorry, Sister Zheng, I'm really sorry."