Zhou Heng suddenly lifted Mo Yuyan and pressed her upper body onto the table.
"What, what are you going to do?" Mo Yuyan asked in a weak voice, as she was gathering her Spiritual Power, but the wound on her chest was like a bottomless pit, ruthlessly swallowing every bit of Spiritual Power she managed to gather, making it impossible for her to recover her strength.
It's not that there was never a way out, but she needed to heal the wound first. However, she didn't know how much Spiritual Power it would consume to do this, and it was a very long process.
But what she lacked the most right now was time!
"I'm borrowing your body for a bit, and I'll silence you afterward!" Zhou Heng said coldly, but the breath he exhaled was scorchingly hot, as the Aphrodisiac had fully taken effect, and his blood was almost boiling.
—The damned old pervert had fed him several pounds of Aphrodisiac, and that too, of the kind so potent it could make a tiger rape a sow!