"Are you Miss Liang Yu?"
Two men stood at the door, with Pei Zhiyao, already unconscious, between them.
Taken aback, Liang Yu hesitated for a second.
But she quickly reached out excitedly and caught Pei Zhiyao as he fell.
"Yes."
"Miss Pei instructed us to hand him over to you as soon as possible, Miss Liang. The drug won't last long."
Liang Yu brought Pei Zhiyao inside.
Just before closing the door, she waved at the two men excitedly.
"Got it."
The door locked tightly.
Only Pei Zhiyao and Liang Yu were left in the entire room.
His sleeping appearance made Liang Yu afraid to touch him.
Even when she drew close, she dared only leave a light kiss on Pei Zhiyao's cheek.
Her heart fluttered.
"If only there was no Wen Mian."
As she undressed and reflected, she lay down beside Pei Zhiyao.
The woman took hold of Pei Zhiyao's arm, feeling his warmth and breath.
This scene had been in Liang Yu's fantasies for so long, and now she was finally experiencing it.