Heavenly Help!
Editor: Atlas Studios
She felt a surge of heat that wanted to break out of her body. She was very familiar with this feeling. After all, this was not the first time she had experienced such a thing.
She had begun getting weak and did not have any strength in her legs. The glass in her hand fell to the ground because of her lack of strength. Her eyes had already begun to blur, and her throat had become very dry.
Her blurry eyes looked at the director behind the screen. Seeing his lecherous expression, she knew that it must be him—he must have spiked the glass of juice she had just drunk.
Her eyelids were already starting to droop, and her body temperature was rising continuously. She used her willpower to hold on, but she couldn't hold on for long at all. Her hands were tightly clenched, and her tightly clenched hands had already begun to tremble because of the suppression.