A Loser

"Miss Qiang! You are losing yourself to the poison." Fu Qi Hong noticed the changes in Mo Qiang the second her eyes started turning black. He knew that the poison in her body was taking over. Seeing her painful expression, Fu Qi Hong gritted his teeth and said to her, "You need to control that poison—ACK!" 

He was still speaking when Mo Qiang reached out and clasped his neck. Her fingers digging into his throat as she croaked in a hoarse voice, "Go—run..." 

Though Mo Qiang's body was no longer in her control, she knew inwardly she would be fine. Either Xiao An or her father would come to save her but Fu Qi Hong was not in the same situation as her. If she lost control, Fu Qi Hong would certainly be hurt. 

Using the bits and pieces of her rationality, she pulled away her hand from Fu Qi Hong's throat.

"Run…"